Tempting Love Read Online Kelly Elliott (Cowboys & Angels #3)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cowboys & Angels Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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My hand came up to my mouth. “Oh no!”

Leaning closer, Mitchell smiled as he whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can handle a little pussy being at my place for a while.”

I felt the heat in my cheeks and the pulse between my legs. Swallowing hard, I kept a straight face, or at least I tried to. “I’m sure Milo’s not the first pussy to stay at your place.”

His eyes turned dark, and he slowly rolled his tongue over his mouth. I had to press my lips together to keep from moaning. “Nope, you were.”

And like that, he was walking around the front of his truck as I let out a breath. My head was spinning from this latest development.

Mitchell had never had a girl stay at his place.

Interesting.

With a quick shake of my head, I got into the truck. I needed to remember the plan.

“By the way, how do you know I don’t already have a date to the Pecan Street Honky Tonk?”

Mitchell pulled out into the street and asked, “Do you?”

His eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he focused on driving. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie. As much as I wanted to tell him I was going with someone like Lane, I couldn’t. “No. But you never know. Someone might ask me.”

“What you’re saying is, I have to ask you officially, to make it so you won’t say yes to anyone else?”

I half shrugged. “I’m not sure I’d want to go with you.”

He pulled over and threw his truck in park. “Why not?”

Turning to face him, I answered. “For starters, you broke my heart.”

“Are we always going to come back to that?”

“Probably. It’s kind of a big thing for me.”

His brows pinched. “And? Why else wouldn’t you go with me?”

I folded my hands in my lap. “You might have a disease or something.”

Mitchell’s expression was priceless. “Excuse me?”

“You know, from all the women you sleep around with.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You weren’t so worried about that when we fucked practically everywhere in your house.”

I pointed to him. “You’re crass.”

“You like it.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

Shaking my head, I emphasized each word. “I do not.”

Mitchell stared at me hard for a minute. “When I was making love to you and I whispered how I loved that your pussy squeezed my cock, and you came, you didn’t like that?”

Oh. Dear. God. He’s gonna play dirty, huh? I’ve underestimated his game-playing skills. Well, two can play at that game.

“That I liked. A lot.” I paused for a second and added, “I wonder if Lane’s a dirty talker.”

Mitchell’s face went white.

Score one for me.

His reaction went one step further; a step I wasn’t expecting, and it had me regretting my outburst. He turned away, put the truck in drive, and pulled back out onto the street. Not a single word was spoken until we got back to his place.

I sat on the sofa, trying to concentrate on the paperwork the insurance company wanted me to fill out after my meeting with the adjuster. Mitchell hadn’t said a word, and I knew my little stunt earlier had gone too far. I wanted him to hurt like he’d hurt me, but deep in my heart I knew that I was being cruel.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, I found Milo sleeping in a little ball on the recliner. “Hey, buddy, don’t you want to snuggle with me?” My cat stared at me before getting up and turning around. My eyes widened. “Milo!”

“Looks like he’s pissed at you.”

I jumped at Mitchell’s voice. When I looked over, I let my eyes trail over his body. He was wearing a dress shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. “You look nice.”

He smiled. “Thanks.”

Watching him walk into the kitchen, I tried not to stare at his perfect behind. Ugh. Why does everything about him have to be so sexy?

Milo jumped up and headed into the kitchen. “Hey, buddy, you want something to eat?”

Milo jumped on the counter, something he was never allowed to do at my house, but I guess he thought he would see how far he could get here.

“No way, little dude.” Mitchell picked up Milo and set him on the floor. Then sneezed. For some reason, that made my stomach flutter. “Not on the counters, buddy.”

I smiled and had to hand it to Milo for trying.

Mitchell pulled out a small can of cat food that I had bought at the store. “Can he have some?”

I kicked off the blanket I’d wrapped up in on the sofa and made my way to the kitchen. “Sure. He loves that stuff more than he likes his crunchy food.”

Mitchell glanced at me then fumbled with the cat food. It dropped to the floor, and when Mitchell tried to pick it up, he hit the corner of the counter.

“Ouch!”

“Oh God! Mitchell, are you okay?”


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