Free The Sheikh's Resisting Lover (The Tazeem Twins Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page B

strawberry into her mouth. The sweetness exploded and she closed her eyes and hummed. She looked up again to see Zach staring at her so intently that she had a hard time breathing. When his eyes dipped to her chest, she wondered if he could see the outline of her bra and breasts. His eyes darkened.
    She caught a breath.
    She didn’t want this—but she did. She knew he was trouble—he wasn’t the kind of guy she wanted. But he was what she needed right now.
    He leaned over her, his mouth hovering close. All she had to do was push him away. All she had to do was crack a joke about employee harassment. All she had to do… god, he had beautiful eyes, the blue framed by thick, dark lashes.
    He turned his head and kissed the crook of her neck. The warmth of his mouth undid the last of her good intentions. “Zach.” His name slipped out on a whisper.
    He pulled back. “Ask me.”
    She stared at him. “Ask you what?”
    “Ask me to kiss you.”
    She shook her head. “Not a good idea.”
    “It’s not a bad one. One kiss—what’s the harm in one kiss?”
    “Oh, I can think of a lot of harm.”
    He leaned closer. “Ask me anyway.”
    His eyes were her undoing. They teased her, light danced, tempted, promised, and she asked him by wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to hers.
    She opened her mouth to him, to that kiss, to the need for him, raw, pure and simple. He pushed her down to the ground and she spread her legs so he could settle himself. She hadn’t been with anyone like this since high school. She could feel his hands searching for a way under her shirt, a way to get to skin. She knocked off his Stetson and tangled her fingers in his hair.
    A horse whinny pulled her back to reality—to what she was doing.
    He pulled back and she sat up, pushing at her hair—he’d pulled it out of the pony tail. “That was some bottle of wine.” She tried for a smile, but the joke fell flat.
    “Lucy—”
    She held up a hand. “One kiss. That’s what you asked for—what I asked for. Best we leave it there.”
    “But—”
    Pushing up to her feet, she stared down at him. “I can’t quit. You don’t want to fire me—not for that. So let’s be smart about this.” Bending down, she started to pack up the food. “Now we should head back, shouldn’t we, boss? We’ve got clouds coming in and rain with ‘em.”
    He shoved a hand into his hair and grabbed for his Stetson. “Don’t think that leaves either of us satisfied.”
    Lucy pressed her lips tighter.
    It didn’t take long to pack the saddle bags, untie the horses and ride back. The wind picked up and the horses jogged, eager to get back to their pasture. At the trailer, Lucy focused on brushing down the mare, not on watching Zach—and not remembering that kiss. So what if he left her dizzy. So what if she’d been wet in five seconds. So what if she wanted to go back and grab him and kiss him again.
    That was the trouble with guys like him—they spun your world around and then if you were fool enough to hook up with them they just kept on spinning you. Her daddy had been a man like that. Well, no thank you, sir. She wanted a hard-working man. She wanted a regular guy.
    Zach headed into the trailer to put away his saddle.
    That was when Lucy heard a sharp jingle and a bark. Fear ran up her back.
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