Page 87 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

“Like what?”

“As if I’m not actually doing something now.”

“Oh, I believe you’re doing someone.”

Dustin stared at her for several ticks and then threw back his head, laughing with masculine pride. Rylie was jealous. She thought he was going out with someone else and was pissed about it.

Maybe she wasn’t as okay just being friends as he’d thought.

“Actually, dirty girl, my brother and I are meeting Luke Jessup and some of his friends for a poker night.”

He couldn’t tell if she was blushing, but she looked apologetic. “Oh.”

Dustin reached up to turn on the dome light, and caught the tail end of her embarrassment. “I gotta ask though… Why were you so upset when you thought I was hooking up?”

“I wasn’t.”

He clucked his tongue. “Good little girls shouldn’t tell lies.”

“I’ve got to get home. Raider

is waiting for me.”

Dustin took her hand off the keys and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them. “I think you miss me.”

“What? I’ve seen you almost every day for three months. How could I miss you?”

“Fine, I think you miss this.”

Dustin caught her by the back of the neck with his other hand and brought her mouth to his. He traced his tongue along the seam of her lips and when they parted with a sweet little sigh, he slid his tongue inside. She tasted of the peppermint candies they’d grabbed as they left the restaurant and he was tempted to press deeper, to completely lose control.

Give her a taste and make her want more.

He pulled away and watched her dazed expression with satisfaction.

“If you get lonely, all you gotta do is text me.”

Without giving her a chance to recover, he got out of the car and shut the door with a thud.

Chapter 22

Rylie stepped out of her car the next day and stared out across Castle Vineyards. The main house sat on top of a hill, and below it were acres of grapevines, stretching across the rolling hills. In front of her were the guest quarters, the main event hall, and the honeymoon suite—big cedar buildings with green roofs. It was beautiful, the perfect rustic setting for an outdoor wedding ceremony.

The sun sparkled across the surface of a large pond, and Rylie tried to imagine growing up in a place like this, surrounded by beauty. With room to run and play. Her dad had let her go to the Sweetheart community park sometimes with friends, but that was nothing compared to this place. Dustin had been so lucky.

Then she remembered the crisscross scars across his back, and took back her opinion. Nothing was ever perfect.

Rylie heard gravel crunching behind her and the sound of an approaching vehicle. She turned to find Dustin pulling up alongside her car in a yellow Jeep. Her whole body hummed thinking about the kiss from last night, and then she remembered she was mad at him. That kiss was unexpected and inappropriate and disturbing.…

And God, she wanted more of it.

When he climbed out, she shifted her glance between them and the shiny new car, then laughed.

“When did you get that?”

“I own it. I usually only drive it in the winter, but it felt like a Jeep kind of day.”

Rylie scoffed. “Must be nice.”