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Page 47 of Forever Enough

She nodded.

“The only thing I care about is right now, in this moment. You and me. And that you’re not scared off by me riding bulls.”

“I’m okay with it. I mean, I think I’ll worry, but that’s only natural.”

“I think when you feel something like this, your instinct is to not let it go.”

“Yes, I think that’s true.”

“Kenzie, before we step away from your past…are you seeing a therapist here?”

Her eyes lost some of the light that had come back into them, and I wondered if I shouldn’t have asked.

“Lou told me about the place your uncle Brock has in Hamilton. I guess I’m easy to read.”

I held onto her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “I think when people care for one another, they sense things.”

“Maybe so,” she agreed. “Talking to you about it helped more than I thought it would. I don’t feel like I’m keeping this huge secret any longer. But I agree, I think talking to someone, maybe someone new, might be a good thing. Especially since this crazy good-looking cowboy came into my life and has completely turned it upside down.”

“What a jerk,” I said as I gave her a wicked smile.

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, and I felt my dick instantly go hard.

“Kenzie, I need you to know something else.”

Taking a step closer to me, she asked, “What’s that?”

“You’re in charge of how fast we move.”

She paused and tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

I cleared my throat. “I mean, earlier on the sofa, if your sister hadn’t called, I’m not sure how far we would have gone. But I want you to know I’ll go as slow as you want.”

A sexy smile spread across her face as she lifted onto her toes, sliding her hand behind my neck.

“Will eight seconds be slow enough?” she asked, before our mouths met in a kiss that felt even more devastating than the last.

Call me a damn fool, but I was positive in that moment, twenty-four hours after meeting Mackenzie Reeves, I fell head over heels in love.

Chapter Nine

MACKENZIE

What in the world? I told Bradly everything about my past. My reason for being in Montana, the terrible things my mother had said about me, what George had done to me. All of it came spilling out as if he was my new therapist. My sister was just as shocked, and she scolded me for trusting a man I barely knew. I couldn’t explain to her that it felt like I had known Bradly forever. That even in the barn, when he’d scared the living daylights out of me, I hadn’t truly been afraid of him. He hadn’t felt like a stranger even then.

Then there was the kiss on the sofa. Lord, oh my. That kiss. It was heated, and his desire pressing into me nearly caused me to moan and rotate my hips, taking what I wanted. Em’s timing had been perfect, even though a part of me had wanted more of him. So. Much. More.

This kiss, though. Each one we’d shared had been different from the last, and this kiss was no exception.

With my arms around him, and his body pressed tight to mine, it was like a fairy tale kiss. The kind you dream about as a little girl when your Prince Charming finds you and claims you as his own. How perfect he had appeared on Christmas Day. Well…night, really. The most amazing Christmas gift I’d ever known.

Bradly drew back and leaned his forehead to mine as we both softly drew in a breath. He swallowed audibly, and I knew he was fighting just as hard for control.

“I think we should have some of that apple pie and a lot of ice cream. Cold ice cream. The coldest you have.”

I laughed and took a step back. When our eyes met, I felt the heat between us. We both knew this relationship was moving at warp speed, and even though I wanted to drag him into my bedroom and take him right now, my brain told me to slow down. Clearly Bradly’s was doing the same, because he took a few steps back and sat down on the sofa.

“Find something to watch on TV and I’ll make up the desserts.”




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