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stopping you.”
    Her sweetness dissolved. What a piece of work. “You think
you’re a badass but you’re nothing but a whiskey-drinking snake with too much
time on your hands, and a bad habit of picking on people you deem weak.”
    He rounded the bar, ferocious eyes ablaze. “I’ve heard
enough lip from you.”
    Startled, Montana hustled back until she bumped into the pool
table. Trapped, she shielded herself.
    He wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her in, his
eyes shadowed by his hat. “You think I’m a snake?”
    Her lips quivered. His warm, smoky breath fanned her face.
    She ran her tongue along her lower lip. “A no good, rotten,
dirty snake.”
    Lawson pushed her into the pool table with his upper thighs,
his cock firm. Her jaw went lax.
    “Are you afraid of snakes?”
    Her throat thickened. She nodded.
    “If I let you go, will you run?”
    His grip loosened, as if to test her. Montana studied the
intensity in his face, the angle of his brows, the perfect slope of his nose. A
man with brains and brawn. A man she didn’t have any business trying to tame.
    “I’m not going anywhere,” she confessed.
    For too many ticks of the clock, he held her captive, his
towering form exuding heady waves of heat. Her body sagged from her weighted
breath. She didn’t think she’d last another moment under his dark gaze.
    The suggestive lyrics of the music filled the silence. Words
about need. Words about want. Words about filling that need, and how nothing
else mattered.
    Montana dipped her head, but he captured her chin.
    His thumb stroked her bottom lip. “That mouth will get you
into trouble.”
    He removed his hat and tossed it onto the next table. An
inky black strand of hair fell across his brow. Her fingers twitched. Half a
heartbeat later he sliced his tongue between her lips. Currants, peach and a
hint of vanilla exploded inside her mouth. Heat rippled beneath her skin. The
final tendrils of resistance softened.
    She slipped her arms around his neck and welcomed the fiery
kisses. Inexperienced, she followed his lead. Matched the stroke of his tongue.
Returned the hard, fast rhythm of his desire.
    When he broke away, she released a stifled moan.
    Montana searched his eyes and recognized the burning hunger
behind them. “I didn’t say you could kiss me,” she mumbled.
    His thumb outlined her lips and caressed the rise of her
cheek. “Tell me you don’t want more, and I’ll stop.”
    “I’m not easy,” she countered. “I don’t sleep around.”
    Crinkles bracketed his eyes. “Listen, beautiful, I won’t be
here long enough to take you out and date you proper. Unless you say otherwise,
I’m going for it.”
    Montana smirked. Like the song from the jukebox repeated, it
was about filling a need. A hot, sticky need. She wanted to fill that need with
him.
    He smiled. “Are you done talking?”
    “Maybe.”
    “About damn time.”
    “Bastard,” she hissed.
    Humor creased his brows. He traced his fingers over her
collarbone. Inside her core, an inferno raged. There’d be no more silly
fantasies playing in her head. She had a hard-bodied reality standing before
her eyes.
    Lawson pulled her close and sealed his mouth over hers. Heat
seared her throat. Dizzy and feverish, she anchored herself to his body,
melting further with each generous kiss. His hands dragged through her hair and
swept up along her face. Her lungs begged for air, but she didn’t stop. Too
caught up in his whiskey-laced taste. Too caught up in him.
    At the parting of his lips, she gulped air.
    “I can’t get enough,” he said gruffly.
    He brought her in tight and rested his chin on her head. She
wilted. The scent of danger and his raw masculinity ringed her body. His heart
raced against her ear, a quick-paced staccato. Eyes closed, she imagined all
her nights this way.
    He pulled back a fraction and held her face in his hands.
Gently, he kissed the corners of her mouth and brushed his lips along the side
of her neck.