Page 30 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

“I’ll carry her inside.”He stands with her in his arms.He’s a giant.Massive.Pheromones are shooting out of his every pore, aiming directly at me and causing some serious damage to my self-control.And the crotch of my panties.

I drop the leash in his open palm while I clench my thighs together.

This is bad.I don’t react to bad boys like this.It usually takes me alooooongtime to relax and warm up enough to be affected by a dude’s charm.But with MacLaine?Seems all I need is his presence.

And now I’m breathing funny.My heart’s skipping.

Oh,come on!This is bonkers.Men don’t get to me like this.I’m a damn stripper for fuck’s sake.I’m a man-handler by profession!Which means I should be able to handle one lava-hot rancher.

A quiet, jaw-droppingly handsome, good-hearted rancher.

I have a flashback to that long-ago night when my screaming pre-teen self went to her first Jo Bros concert.I remember standing frozen in a sea of crazed girls, staring at those three handsome Jonas Brothers on stage, unsure why I felt the way I did.

I was all hot and tingly in places I didn’t know could be hot and tingly.It was a real eye-opener.

And my eyes are being opened again right now.Wider than ever.

What am I doing?

I turn my back to MacLaine and open the cabin door.When I spin around, he’s too close to me.Just inches away.I can feel the heat roll off his big body.And the hint of his cologne—mixed with the scent of worn leather and cool mountain air—hits my nostrils like a knockout punch.I inhale deeply.

Like I can’t breathe without him.

I dare to look up into his face while I take a step back, bumping my ass into the doorframe of the cabin.MacLaine stares down at me, his gaze laser-focused and unreadable.He carefully extends his arms to deliver Pussy to my care.

But my cat decides it’s the perfect moment to hurl herself from his grasp, jump down, and skitter inside.In the burst of activity, I lean forward to catch her and MacLaine does the same.His fingertips accidentally brush against mine.The back of his hand trails across my left breast—and its rock-hard nipple.

That’s all it takes.

One instant of contact blows the lid off of whatever’s sparking between us.

It’s on.

MacLaine’s muscular arms slide around my waist.He pulls me into the front of his body and crushes his mouth into mine.He doesn’t ask.It’s just another statement he’s making, and he expects me to comply.

Suddenly, all the strength drains from my legs.Me—the girl who can twerk, side dip, squat, and spin on six-inch heels for an entire shift—I don’t even have the strength to stand.

Because this kiss is… it’s overwhelming.Too good.Too right.I open my arms and reach up behind him, fisting his curls in one hand and pressing the other into the solid muscle of his upper back.

Relief floods me.I don’t understand why, but I’m incredibly relieved to know what Kevin MacLaine feels like under my touch, pressed up against me, his mouth on mine.I think I wondered if he was even real.

He is.

MacLaine’s lips are hot and slick against mine, whispering secrets and making demands.And I’m not fighting back.I want this.I need this.

Even if it’s happening at the absoluteworsttime.

I start to crumple.He catches me.He drops a hand to cup my ass as he carries me across the room, the toes of my borrowed hiking boots dragging along the worn wooden floorboards.With his other arm still curled around my back, he pushes me against the cabin wall, our bodies crushed together.

My breasts press against him.We’re thigh-to-thigh.His hard cock digs into my belly.

So hot.So good.

Sobig.

MacLaine eases up and puts an inch or two between us, even as he continues to kiss me.His grip falls away from my waist and he props both of his palms on the wall over my head.My chin tips up toward him and he’s tipped down, lips never breaking contact with mine.

I tremble as intense heat races into my lower belly and down into my panties.It feels like I’m about to cum from the force of just one kiss—afirstkiss—which is ridiculous.But this is no ordinary kiss.No ordinary connection.