Page 90 of Texas Kissing

Lily

“Wait, really?” I asked. Bull’s mom kept ladling out more of the Christmas punch and I was already tipsy, but this revelation had me suddenly alert. “Bull’s real name isBull?”

She nodded at me happily. I don’t think she’d stopped grinning since we walked through the door. She looked across at her son. “It just always seemed appropriate. Stubborn, strong and impossible to control.”

I stood up, walked over to my cowboy, and slid my arm around his waist. Then I leaned in and laid my cheek against his chest. Bull reached down and stroked my hair. Behind me, out of sight of his folks, he slid his other hand down to my ass and gave it a squeeze through my jeans. I tilted my head up and gave him astoplook. Then adon’t stoplook. And then he kissed me.

Stubborn, strong and impossible to control. It was true.

And it was exactly the way I liked him.

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