THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER releases in trade paperback and eBook one month from tomorrow and the advanced reviews are beginning to roll in. One review mentions the first kiss and ensuing physical encounter between enemies-to-lovers, Jace and Tara. Heartbroken and young, Tara is damaged hero Jace’s best friend’s little sister, so you see there are issues. In this scene he’s trying to do the right thing while she’s doing her best to try his patience and push the boundaries. He’d just found her playing a very adult version of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” with 2 rookie bull riders and, acting in the place of her protective older brother, Jace dragged her out of the bar. I’m calling this excerpt ‘The Kiss’ but it really should be called “don’t go to a boy to do a man’s job”. 🙂 Enjoy!
THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER EXCERPT:
“You really think letting some kid kiss you is the way to prove to everyone you’re grown up? Is that what all this shit in the closet with Klint was about?”
“Yes!” She stamped her foot and proved his point that she was behaving like an adolescent.
“Then that just proves what a foolish child you are, Tara. You don’t go to a boy to do a man’s job.”
“I had no one else to go to. You’re like a watchdog, chasing everyone away.”
The stupidity of Tara putting herself in a compromising position on a whim pissed him off. Deep down, Jace knew she’d do it again—probably every chance she got—just to teach him a lesson for trying to stop her.
“You really wanna be kissed that badly?” Jace’s anger made his voice sound husky. Deep and intense.
“Yes, I do.” Her eyes flashed with defiance.
“Fine.” Jace leaned closer until a crease furrowed Tara’s brow.
If she insisted on putting herself into a closet with a kid she knew nothing about because she wanted a damn kiss, Jace would give her a kiss. One she’d never forget. One that would make those rookies seem like kindergarteners. And he wouldn’t scrape her face raw the way Klint had doing it. Jace shaved every night before the competition because real men didn’t have anything to prove by showing the world they could grow some hair on their chin.
He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, much as he had when he’d hauled her out of the bar, but his intentions were very different. He pulled her closer until their faces were inches apart.
Her lower lip trembled as her big blue eyes widened. For once, she focused on his face. Jace didn’t ask her again. He brought his other hand up, cupped her cheek and took possession of her lips, determined to kiss the childish pout right off them.
It started out hard. He wanted to punish her. Teach her a lesson. Scare the stupid out of her so she didn’t try anything so risky again. But she didn’t back off like he thought she would. Instead, she kissed him back.
He’d expected her lips to be hard and unyielding, just like her attitude toward him most days. They weren’t. They were soft and giving, receptive to his taking. He took a step closer. With one booted foot between her feet, his thigh fit perfectly between her legs.
Angling his head, he changed the kiss, worked her lips as he marveled at how different it felt to kiss a mouth he didn’t know intimately. It had been quite a while since he’d kissed anyone other than his ex.
Exploring the new sensations, Jace moved his right hand down Tara’s back, landing on the slender curve of her hip. At the same time, Tara had gone from bracing against his chest, to wrapping her arms around his waist. When she slipped her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, he had a feeling she was planning on being there for a while. Fine. A girl as stubborn as Tara needed a long, thorough lesson.
She opened her lips beneath his. Jace didn’t ignore the silent invitation, but he also wasn’t going to rush to give her what she wanted. She needed a lesson in patience as much as—more, actually—than a lesson that she shouldn’t go into closets to kiss men.
He drew her lower lip between his and scraped it with a good bit of teeth. She drew in a shuddering breath that had him smiling against her mouth, thinking that Klint probably hadn’t gotten that reaction from her. Stroking her face beneath his thumb, Jace decided to give her a bit of what he knew she wanted. He ran just the tip of his tongue along the inside of her lower lip, and then repeated it with the upper one.
Tara opened farther for him and he didn’t deny either of them. He plunged into the wet heat of her mouth. She met his tongue with her own, stroking against him in an erotic dance that had him pressing his lower body against hers before he realized what he was doing.
Somewhere, somehow it had gone from Jace proving a point, to him being rock hard in his jeans and ready to take whatever Tara wanted to give.
That realization had him breaking the kiss. But damn the devil inside him, he didn’t pull back. He stayed pressed up against her, his mouth a breath away from her face. “That kiss good enough for you?”
Tara’s gaze moved from Jace’s lips to his eyes. “Yes.”