The Boy in the Sheriff Hat (Book 1)

"If you want to stop, will you tell me?" he asked, raggedly.

I nodded. "Do you want to stop?" I asked, cupping the side of his face, sliding my finger underneath his strong and angular jawline, my prints tingling at the feel of his almost stubble.

"God no... not yet" he breathed.

I nodded, abandoning his face and grasping at the belt of his jeans instead.