Winning the Cowboy Billionaire - Emmy Eugene Page 0,37

her fingers up the front of his shirt, and Spur could only look at her. He’d forgotten the question and everything.

He hadn’t forgotten what he’d promised himself he’d do that night, and he easily took Olli into his arms, bent his head toward her, and paused.

Her eyes closed, and Spur took that as permission. He still took a moment to remove his hat and ask, “Can I kiss you, Olli?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered, and then Spur didn’t waste another moment. He let his eyes drift closed too, so he could experience Olli with just taste, sound, touch, and smell.

She tasted like butter and garlic, and Spur sure did like that. He heard himself make a little groan, and he felt Olli’s fingers move through his hair. He breathed in through his nose, getting that delicious scent of something floral and something clean and something maybe a little spicy. No matter what, her perfume drove him to deepen the kiss, and he was glad he’d remembered how to kiss a woman without making a complete fool of himself.

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Olli had never been kissed by a man like Spur. He didn’t rush, though her pulse was frantic in her chest. He held her right where he wanted her, and she almost wanted those hands to wander a little bit. Hers did, up the sides of his face and into his hair. Down his neck to those beautiful shoulders.

He took his time, and Olli had no idea how long had passed before he finally broke their connection. She felt like he’d kissed her so completely that she’d never have need to kiss another man again.

She swayed on her feet, her eyes still closed, and Spur hung onto her hips, saying, “Whoa, there, Olli.”

She opened her eyes then and met his. The moment between them felt tense, and a good laugh would break that ice. Olli didn’t feel like laughing though. Her eyes dropped to his mouth again, and she tipped up onto her toes to touch her lips to his one more time.

This kiss didn’t last nearly as long, and Olli pulled away first. “I really don’t have anything for dinner,” she said.

“I said I can order in,” he said quietly. He made no move to get his phone out. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” She pressed her forehead to his collarbone, thinking maybe she should just get out a frozen pizza and call it good. Irritation ran through her that she couldn’t seem to have one normal, romantic date with Spur. “My cat literally never comes out when people are here,” she said. “Not even me.”

“The call of the fish must’ve been too strong for him.” Spur grinned at her and finally removed one hand from her waist to get his phone. “What about pasta and salad?” He looked at her, his eyebrows up.

“Sure,” she said. “As long as it’s from Wild Bikini.”

He chuckled and tapped. “They’re here. Thirty-seven minutes for delivery. That okay?” He looked to her for permission again, and Olli gave it.

“I want the diablo sauce with all the veggies over spaghetti.”

“Okay,” he said, his face taking on an air of concentration as he put in their order. “Olives?”

“Yes,” she said.

He tapped a few more times and looked up. “It’s on its way.” He looked around her house, and Olli had wondered how long it would take him to realized she was burning her Get Your Man candles.

Turned out that Spur was ultra-observant. She knew the moment he saw the flames flickering from no less than four candles, and he swallowed as he looked back at her.

“Only seven seconds,” she said. “I think you get bonus points for that.”

“Seven seconds for what?” he asked.

“To notice I’ve got all the candles burning.”

Another swallow, which Olli found so cute. “Yeah,” he said. “I see that.”

She tried to step past him, but he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him again. “What can I use my bonus points for?”

Olli looked up at him, liking the sparkle of flirtation in his eyes. “You seem to make up what you want to use them for, Mister Chappell,” she said. “You tell me.”

“I was thinking maybe a little of this.” He dipped his head and ran his lips along her neck.

“Yeah,” she said, breathless. “That’s going to cost you a lot of points.”

He chuckled and stepped back. “I’ll stop then. I don’t want to use all my points up tonight.”

Heat ran through Olli from head to toe, but she managed