Back to my cowboys this week. This is from Gun Shy, sequel to Reaper's Touch:
Her expression curdled into a scowl but before it could get all the way there, Lyle bent his head and kissed her. Just a touch, a light press of flesh to flesh, nothing more than a question. When her mouth opened beneath his, he groaned at the rush of warmth that flooded his body and his hands left her hips to frame her face. He angled her head to deepen the kiss and she responded with the same rising desperation he felt. He’d known it would be like this, touching her. Like opening a floodgate and he’d only wanted to be standing on solid ground first. He was just beginning to realize that there was no solid ground where Janie was concerned. He’d been falling since the moment he met her and it didn’t seem like he’d be hitting bottom any time soon.
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