Blitz: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy (Blast Brothers Book 3), стр. 51

Her lips curved into a sexy smile. "Is that so?"

"Hell yeah. And just so you know, I'll be taking a closer look." I winked. "Just to make sure."

With a laugh, she reached behind her and flipped her skirt outward, giving me an all-too-brief, but very sweet view of her backside before she scurried up the remaining steps.

And me?

I pursued.

When I reached the landing, she stood aside and held out a hand, as if preparing to guide me up. I didn't need the help, but I took her hand just the same. Anything to get closer.

When my fingers closed around hers, she gave my hand a playful tug. "Come on. I've got something to show you."

I sure as hell hoped so.

But it wasn't what I'd expected. Instead of getting straight down to business, she led me along the narrow walkway toward the main loft area, stacked with bales of hay and loose straw all along the floor.

She led me toward the far wall, where I saw a pair of big sliding doors, similar to the ones we'd used to enter the barn itself. Mina tugged me toward them saying, "You're gonna love this."

I was loving it already.

When we reached the doors, she released my hand. "Just wait." She turned and slid the doors wide open, nice and easy, like she'd done it a thousand times before. When she finished, light from the late-afternoon sun illuminated the entire loft, including Mina herself.

She was bathed in sunshine when she turned to face me. "You've got to see this view." Her eyes brightened. "It's amazing."

Yes, it was.

But I wasn't looking at anything outdoors. I was looking at Mina. Her hair shimmered in the afternoon sun, and her eyes were bluer than the sky itself. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips looked full and sweet.

She looked like every guy's fantasy.

My fantasy.

For how long, I wasn't even sure.

Our gazes locked and held.

As they did, my heart warmed and the world stopped spinning – like there was no past, and any promises I'd made about not getting involved were a distant memory.

I wanted her.

And not just for a half-hour.

Wordlessly, I moved toward her and raised a hand to her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm, and something inside me stirred. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into my touch.

Oh, yeah. I wanted this girl.

I moved my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck. And then, with warm deliberation, I pulled her close. Our lips met in a kiss so sweet it felt like it could've been my first.

But it wasn't. Unlike a teenage rookie, I knew exactly what I was doing. With both hands, I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair, freeing the strands from her ponytail and letting the soft tendrils sift through my fingers as I kissed her like I meant it.

I almost groaned out loud. I should've done this weeks ago.

When she sagged against me and whimpered with need, I almost lost it then and there. This wasn't me.

Normally, it wasn't me who lost it. No, I made other people lose it, both in and out of the bedroom. But today? Things were very different.

I took a long moment to savor the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue. When she yanked me closer, I did the same in return.

By the time we pulled back, I was lost to everything but her. Normally, this might've been my cue to say something slick and clever, or maybe toss out a practiced line. But with this girl, I had no words, none except her name. "Mina."

Her reply was a breathless whisper. "Yeah?"

"I'm gonna kiss you again."

Her lips parted, and I drank in the sight of her. Her chest was rising and falling, and her pupils were so dilated, I could barely see the blue. And yet, her eyes had never looked more beautiful.

Did she have any idea how dangerous she was?

When our lips met the second time, something squeezed at my heart, even as my jeans grew so tight, I half-wondered if the zipper would hold.

Still, I refused to rush it.

So instead, I savored the kiss like it was the last one I'd ever have. Her lips were soft and sweet, and her tongue tasted like honey. The scent of her shampoo blended with the scent of the hay as the springtime breeze washed over the both of us like a warm caress.

As we stood there in the open air, I kissed her long and hard, like the world was ending.

Maybe it was.

As I held her close and savored the feel of her, I felt like my world was ending – meaning my old world, filled with empty hookups and girls I forgot the next day.

Whatever this was, it felt like the start of something new, something better, something worth having and not just for the moment.

And that's when I knew. I was in serious trouble. And if I had my way, I wouldn't be the only one.