All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) by Sherilee Gray (world of reading .txt) 📕

split second, then made a rough sound and his fingers delved deeper into my hair, holding me to him. His lips parted over mine before he tilted my head to the side and delved deep.

Oh god.

How could a kiss be this good?

His hand slid to my hip, and I clung to him as he hauled me closer, the kiss growing wilder.

“Jesus fucking Christ, kitten,” he growled against my lips.

His voice shot through me, jolting me out of the lust-filled haze I’d slipped into. What the hell was I doing?

This was a very bad idea, wasn’t it? I was the one who told him we had to forget what happened between us.

He held me tighter and I had to fight not to do the same.

Yes, this was far too dangerous because I got the feeling if I let this man in, it would be impossible to let him go again.

And there was also the fact that neither of us were in a position to start anything right now. Which was exactly why I needed to stop this.

I pulled away, panting. “I’m sorry…this was a mistake.”

He was breathing hard as well. “Was it? You sure about that?”

No. “Y-yes.”

His hot gaze dipped to my lips and back and he smirked. “Keep telling yourself that, kitten,” he said, then grabbed his fishing pole and stood. “Go to your meeting. Get your loan. You deserve it, Trixie.” Then he strode off in the opposite direction.

I sat there stunned and highly turned on for several long minutes, trying to pull myself together. That couldn’t happen again. No more kissing Mason Parker.

Finally, I called Jimmy and stood. I needed to get back, because Mase was right, freedom was about living the life I wanted.

I could do both, couldn’t I? Fulfill Gran’s wishes and get my land.

She wouldn’t be disappointed. I slid my hand in my pocket, feeling her letter warm against my hand, would she?

Mase

It was cool on the porch at the back of the house, shaded, the perfect spot to relax after work and have a quiet beer.

Yep, I was totally full of shit. Sure, it was nice back here, but I was sitting here for one reason only. Trixie.

Finding her by the lake early this morning had been a surprise, but not as much of a surprise as that kiss. I sure as hell hadn’t wanted it to end.

I’d been thinking about her all day, especially after seeing how upset she’d been. My kitten felt deeply, and like the first time I saw her, I’d wanted to take the sadness away.

I’d wanted to make her smile.

She’s not your kitten.

Yeah, I fucking knew that, but everything inside me had claimed her as mine. It didn’t matter that she never would be again.

I shoved those thoughts down deep and had another sip of beer.

She’d been emotional, lonely, that was the only reason she’d kissed me. If I was a better man, I would have been the one to end it. Christ, I couldn’t stop myself when it came to that girl.

It was obvious that Trixie’s gran had been the most important person in her world, and it wasn’t hard to guess she’d been a strong woman with strong opinions. That had rubbed off on her granddaughter, and Trixie was trying to work out how to honor her grandmother’s memory while finding herself at the same time. Because that’s what you did when you were Trixie’s age. You found out who you were and what you wanted—or tried to anyway.

And if that failed, you ended up like me. Jesus Christ.

I should have left her alone when I saw her sitting there in the sand. Instead, I’d kissed her.

Go inside now before she gets home.

But I couldn’t do it. I just needed to make sure she’s okay, with my own eyes.

Jimmy jumped up when the front gate opened and closed. Trixie. She was humming, the sound sweet and filled with joy. Her dog ran to her as she came into view. She glanced up at me sitting there while she patted him hello, and the smile on her face widened, bright and so incredibly fucking gorgeous, and yeah, there was a little wariness as well.

After this morning who could blame her?

I took another pull of my beer to hide my reaction, or at least try to.

“Hey,” she said and headed my way. The woman was wearing white tennis shoes and a cute yellow dress that hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. Her hair was up, and she’d tied a folded, bright green handkerchief scarf at the top of her head. Those fucking full, tempting lips were red like always.

Ignoring my hard dick, I forced myself to remain relaxed, when in reality, I was close to jumping out of my damned skin. “Good news?”

She plonked down on the seat beside me, crossing her legs and angling my way, that smile still wide and beautiful. “I got the loan.”

I couldn’t stop my own grin. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” She took my beer out of my hand, tilted her head back, and drank deeply. I couldn’t look away. She lowered the bottle and licked her lips.

Fuck.

I swallowed convulsively. Trixie had me acting…feeling like I was back in high school. I didn’t know what the hell to do with myself around this woman.

I reached into the cooler beside me and pulled out another one, while she sipped on the bottle she’d taken from me. Why did every possessive and protective instinct in me fire to life watching her drink from my bottle? Why did that feel so intimate?

“Definitely good news.”

“Yep.” She couldn’t stop smiling, and it looked so incredibly good on her. “Man, I feel like celebrating.” She glanced at the grill beside me, the coals glowing.

Don’t say it. “Not much of a celebration, but I’m about to grill some fish. You can stay and eat if you want.” What the fuck are you doing?

Her gaze hit mine. “I’d love that. Did you catch them this morning?”

“Yeah.” Her cheeks turned pink, and