Free Four Sworn: Lone Star Lovers, Book 3 by Delilah Devlin Page A

wouldn’t allow herself to use a prettier description for what he’d done, what she’d invited. She’d had the crazy notion that if she could get them in the same room, stripped of clothing and old resentments that maybe he’d give her a second chance.
    Cutter wasn’t willing. He’d only taken what she’d offered. Without strings.
    She couldn’t feel ashamed about what she’d allowed to happen because she’d needed so badly to touch him. However, now, she thought that maybe she was ready to let go.
    The bell above the door chimed and she glanced over her shoulder then did a double-take because Cutter was striding through the door, his hard gaze pinning her like a butterfly to a display board.
    Katie stiffened and cast a quick glance toward Win, who’d perked up in his chair and was following Cutter’s progress as he made his way toward her. No doubt even the old codger was aware of the rumors that surrounded her and Cutter’s demise as a couple. Now the old tattletale would have another story to add to his arsenal.
    “We have to talk.”
    Katie gave Cutter her back and swiped a table she’d already cleaned, determined to ignore the heat she felt prickle up and down her spine. “You already made your point,” she muttered. “There’s nothing left to discuss.”
    “Let’s not do this here,” he said, laying his hand over hers and the soggy dishcloth.
    She slipped her hand from underneath his and pressed it against her stomach before turning, then took a step backward because she hadn’t realized he’d come so close.
    His thighs rubbed up against her, and she drew a deep breath, leaning back to prevent his chest from touching hers.
    Too late. Her breasts were already aching, her nipples spiking against her bra. Thank God she wore an apron or he’d know her body was a lot happier than she was to see him here.
    His fingers latched around her wrist, and he tugged her behind him, heading toward the kitchen door.
    “Let go. This is getting old, Cutter. You can’t drag me around like a dog on a leash.”
    “Bitch on a leash,” he murmured.
    “What did you just say?”
    He halted and faced her, standing so close again, his warm breaths washed over her face. “Dammit, Katie, don’t fight me. All I want to do is talk and I don’t want an audience.”
    Maybe he’d come to apologize, but his thighs rubbed hers again, and she felt his cock, thickening under his jeans.
    She glared, and then peeked around his shoulder at Ole Win, who was pretending to read his paper, but glancing their way over the top of his reading glasses. “In the kitchen then, but make this quick.”

    He followed her, so close he bumped her backside when she paused to lift the counter ledge. The kitchen door swung and Cutter pushed her forward, toward the walk-in freezer in the back.
    At least the cold would keep their clothes in place and the conversation short. She opened it and swung around as he followed her inside, ducking because he was taller than the ceiling height.
    Frozen puffs of breath, short and fast, gave away her agitation. “Can we get this over with?”
    Cutter raked a hand through his short-cropped hair. “Why’d you leave in such a hurry?”
    Katie planted her hands on her hips. “We were through.”
    “Maybe I wasn’t.”
    “So sad,” she said, in a singsong tone.
    His gaze narrowed. “You seein' anyone?”
    “You think I’d have let you do that if I was?” Then she had the grace to blush. She’d done just that to him
    His eyelids lowered as he looked down her body. Then he came closer. “Just makin’ sure I’m not stepping on anyone else’s toes.”
    “Why the hell should it matter to you? Gonna ask me on a date?” she said, raising her chin.
    “Not exactly.” He bent over her, his hand slipped beneath her hair. His palm was warm against her cooling neck.
    Katie lifted a hand to his chest to push him away, but he was as immoveable as solid rock.
    “I’m thinking we should see each other,”