Today we have a smooch from Slow Dance with the Sheriff by Nikki Logan, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is -- efthaliapegios! And the week before that was Laney4.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Slow Dance with the Sheriff by Nikki Logan
When
New York came to Texas...
Ex-ballerina Eleanor Patterson is the darling of
Manhattan's society-until she discovers her pedigree background is a lie. So
she heads to sleepy Larkville for answers....
Sheriff Jed Jackson never expected to rescue a stunning woman from a herd of cattle, or to be so fascinated by the vulnerability beneath Ellie's tough city veneer. Yet watching her unwind is irresistible, and as he helps her learn to dance again he wants to give both Ellie and himself a new beginning....
Sheriff Jed Jackson never expected to rescue a stunning woman from a herd of cattle, or to be so fascinated by the vulnerability beneath Ellie's tough city veneer. Yet watching her unwind is irresistible, and as he helps her learn to dance again he wants to give both Ellie and himself a new beginning....
The sounds of DeputyDawg snuffling around and
ducks quacking broke up the awkward silence.
‘Ellie…’ A warm hand on her shoulder turned her
more fully back to him. She hadn’t even realized she’d turned away. ‘I meant
that I couldn’t imagine a woman like you settling for being someone’s trophy
wife.’
Heat spread up her throat. ‘Oh.’
‘You assumed I was saying I don’t think you’re
worth trophy-status? Or attractive enough?’
She forced her eyes away, out to the sparkling
blue water. Maybe there’d be a miracle and the aquifer would surge up and wash
her away from this excruciating moment.
‘Can you literally not see it?’ he murmured.
The open honesty in his voice beckoned. Her
heart thumped. She slowly brought her gaze back around. ‘I spent a really long
time doubting every part of myself, Jed. And I know how I must have looked to
people back then. It’s hard to forget that.’ And to forgive herself for letting
it happen.
‘Back then.’ He stepped closer. Removed his
sunglasses so that she could drown in his eyes instead of the aquifer. ‘You’re
not that girl anymore.’
‘I’m still me inside.’
He stopped a foot away. ‘Take it from a man who
never knew you before a few days ago, Ellie, and who doesn’t hold those past
images in his head. You are—’ he struggled for the right word and her heart
thumped harder at the caution in his voice‘—arresting. You might have detoured
on your path to beautiful but you’re unquestionably here now. Has no-one ever
said that before?’
The back of her shirt collar was fast becoming
a furnace.
‘Or did you just not believe them?’
She took a breath. ‘They would have said
anything.’
‘You think they were just trying to get into
your bed?’
‘My bed. My inheritance. My seat on the board
of Daddy’s company.’
He stared at her. ‘Wow. That’s a horrible way
to live.’
She shrugged.
He stared. And stepped closer.
‘So, what happens when a man who isn’t
interested in your money or your name tells you you’re beautiful? Do you
believe him?’
‘I don’t know.’ She swallowed, though there was
nothing to swallow. ‘Words are easy.’
‘What if he shows you?’ He closed the final
inches between them, paused a hearts-breath away. ‘Would you believe him then?’
Words couldn’t come when you had no air. Ellie
stared as Jed blazed sincerity down at her and the moment for protest passed.
Then he lowered his head, turned it so that his hat wouldn’t get in the way,
and stretched his neck toward her.
‘I’m supposed to be staying away from you,’ he
breathed against her skin.
Her head swam; making sensible words was
suddenly impossible. ‘Whose idea was that?’
Sensuous lips stretched back over perfect
teeth. ‘DeputyDawg’s.’
All she had to do was shrink back, like she had
a hundred times in New York on curbsides, in doorways, under lampposts, in
elevators. The goodnight moment-of-truth. Step away, mutter something flippant
and flee into the night. But, as Jed’s broad silhouette against the mid-morning
sun bore down on her, both his hands out to the side as he made good on his
promise not to touch her, Ellie couldn’t bring herself to evade him.
Euphoric lightness filled her before her chest
tightened.
She didn’t want to escape. She wanted Jed to
kiss her. And she wanted to kiss him back.
‘What does he know?’ she whispered. ‘He’s just
a dog.’
He continued his slow sink, his body twisting
forward so that only one part of them was going to touch, his eyes gripping
hers the way his hands were careful not to. A tiny breath escaped his lips and
brushed hers a bare millisecond before their mouths met.
His lips were soft and strong at the same time.
Dry and deliciously moist.
Heat swirled around the only place they made
contact, and Ellie’s head swam with his scent. His warm touch grew stronger,
pressed harder, fixing her to him as though they were glued. She moved her
mouth against his, experimenting, tasting. Exploring. He reciprocated, meeting
her stretch half-way.
She made the tiniest sound of surprise low in
her throat. Her stretch? But, sure
enough, she stood tipped forward on her toes using every bit of her ballerina’s
balance to make sure their lips didn’t separate.
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Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from In His Eyes by Emmie Dark will be posted!

