Montana Gold. Genell Dellin

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      “Evidently not very well,” she said dryly, and loved that he laughed, even though it wasn’t that funny. “Maybe get a cap with a slightly more current bull on it.”

      They ate sitting on the little love seat, hardly talking, both of them ravenous. Once they’d consumed almost everything, the habanero salsa was burning them up.

      “Milk,” Elle said, and went to get it from the small refrigerator. Chase got up and started clearing away the mess.

      “Be careful not to throw out the sopapillas,” she said, rummaging for the paper cups. “How many of them did you say you have?”

      He laughed. “I didn’t say. And don’t worry about it. You’ve eaten too much already.”

      She turned to nail him with a look. “Well, what about you? Let’s see now, three tacos plus a whole plate of enchiladas? And that was after many, many nachos and a lot of guacamole.”

      “Hey, what were you doing? Counting everything I ate? Hoping I’d drop a crumb so you could grab it, I’ll bet,” he said, stuffing trash into two of the Enrique bags.

      Elle started for the table with the cups of milk, crossing his path on his way to the wastebasket. He stopped directly in front of her, so close his arm brushed hers.

      “You’re just lucky you found me when you did,” he said, the words coming slow and low and sexy as his eyes laughed down at her. “Another hour and you’d’ve died of starvation, Elle.”

      Her lips parted but she couldn’t quite think what to say. Couldn’t quite think at all.

      She stepped around him. “Will you stop it? I burned up thousands of calories tonight in the arena.”

      She set the cups down, went to check on the sleeping dog, then came back to the love seat.

      You’re just lucky you found me when you did….

      Her body must be insisting that his remark had a double meaning because it was trying to sit in the middle of the little sofa. Better not.

      She dropped cross-legged onto the floor beside the table, took a drink of milk, then lifted the container of sopapillas out of the double paper bag. Chase came to sit down beside her, to her surprise.

      He opened the box, set out the little tub of honey and removed its lid.

      “About tonight’s performance,” he said. “I intended to tell you you were great.”

      He really meant it. He said it with feeling. He was so sincere that a thrill shivered through her.

      Which was ridiculous. She could care less what he thought of her work, after that unreasonable criticism of it in Austin.

      “Are you taking back what you said about women bullfighters?”

      He didn’t answer the question. Instead, he turned, smiled at her, and said, “I’m saying every move you made tonight was exactly right.”

      She had to hold her arms down at her sides to keep from throwing them around his neck and kissing him like a crazy woman. Nobody, not even M.J. or Rocky or Junior had ever praised her work so extravagantly.

      She blurted, “I was hoping you were watching.”

      Surprise flickered in his eyes. “You were?”

      She bit her tongue too late. “Well, yeah. I wanted you to know…I mean, I was hoping you were watching so I could prove I’m not…overprotective.”

      Shut up, Elle. He’s gonna think you hang on every word he says. He’ll think he’s important to you.

      Chase didn’t pick up on their old argument. He didn’t say a thing, but he wouldn’t let her look away from him.

      Finally, she reached blindly for a sopapilla, bit the corner off, and ate it. He reached for the honey.

      She grinned. “You better look at what you’re doing.”

      “I am,” he said.

      Every inch of her began to glow from the heat in his eyes. Dark and deep in the lamplight, his look went through her, powerful as the touch of his hand on her skin. The glow flared into fire when his hand folded around hers to help hold the sopapilla for the honey. She could feel every callus, every smooth place, every indentation of his warm, rough palm like a brand on the back of her hand.

      How could he have such power over her?

      “Chase, you’re gonna make such a mess….”

      “Hush and don’t move.”

      A big, sticky drop of honey hit her hand. Laughing, they both tried to feel where to pour it in.

      “You’re getting it all over me.”

      “What about me? It’s dripping on my leg.”

      “Well, you’re the one doing it…uh-oh, too full. Stop, stop it, it’s dripping out the bottom…”

      “Eat it fast. Here, I’ll help you…”

      They gulped down the cinnamony, sugary pillow of dough as fast as they could, laughing the whole time because the honey went everywhere. Chase took the last bite.

      “I never knew you could be so silly,” Elle said around her last mouthful.

      He gave her a look. “And I never knew you could be so sweet.”

      He brought her hand—stuck to his—to his mouth and began to lick the honey from it. His hot tongue was a flame on her palm.

      “Chase…”

      He leaned even closer. His eyes were burning her up. “You’ve got some there…on the edge of your mouth…” he said. “Elle.”

      Her name on his lips, the simple sound of it in his low voice, melted her into him.

      He took her mouth with his and she fell, helpless, into his kiss, one much hotter and deeper and more thorough and even more thrilling than the one in the elevator. Elle had only one thought—that first kiss wasn’t a fluke—and then her mind floated away. She had no need of it. She was all body now.

      Chase pulled his sticky hand from hers and took her by the shoulder to draw her even closer, although she was kissing him back as hard as she could. Her tongue pushed even deeper into his mouth, teasing his, twining with it, then drawing away.

      He groaned and moved his hand to her breast, which drew a gasp like a last breath from the depths of her soul. The next instant they were lying prone on the floor with him half on top of her, kissing like desperate, starving people. He slid his free hand into her hair to bring her nearer and she slapped her own sticky hand to the back of his neck to help. His mouth was a whole world of its own, hot and sweet and tasting of cinnamon and honey. And of Chase, the delicious taste of him that she couldn’t get enough of, and she wanted every bit of it now.

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