Breathe for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet #1)

by Brittany Ann

Christ. Those fucking eyes. Green. Forest green. Eyes a man could get lost in. Eyes that made a man want to get lost in.

A woman could get lost in those eyes. I wanted to get lost in those eyes. This was the most gorgeous man that I’d ever seen.

He pointed back to his Chevy. “Get in the truck!” His smoke was in my lungs, and I couldn’t breathe. It was so damn cold, all I could focus on was him—his presence, his eyes—the way he looked at me, like he wanted me to be safe, to be warm. Like he wanted me to breathe.

“Never judge a cowboy for his sins, sweetheart. Ask who wronged him first.”

“You don’t touch my woman. You don’t look at my woman. You don’t think about her green eyes. You don’t think about her pretty hair. You don’t think about her enchanting face.”

Her green eyes met mine and I said, “Baby, close those eyes for me.” “Den—” “Close ‘em, baby,” I demanded gently. When she did, I fired my gun, staring at her as I did it. She let out a yelp with each shot.

“You don’t get out of the truck until I open the door for you, understand?” I growled. “Denver—” “Do you understand me?” I clipped, looking down at her.

Her eyes flashed. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” “Baby, I’ll gladly take you over my knee if need be.”

My name left my dark cowboy’s lips, and I thanked the heavens that I was leaning against the counter, or I would have fallen to my knees in a puddle.

“I was glad I got see something so beautiful in my dull, sad life.” “What did you see?” he asked, his voice rough and thick. “The smoke in your eyes.”

All I wanted to do was kiss her. Take her pain away. The pain of her father leaving her. The pain of her mother getting fucking cancer. The pain of her giving up her dreams. The pain I caused her. I wanted to take every single ounce of pain away until she felt nothing but bliss. I wanted her to smile at me. I wanted her to laugh for me. I wanted her to moan—

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his hand going to the back of my neck. Then he did it. He ruined me. His lips crashed against mine, his huge body, shoving me against the cab, pinning me to it as he pried my lips open with his tongue.

“You leave me, so help me God, baby, I will hunt you down,” he clipped. “I will find you and take my anger out on that perfect, round ass of yours. You won’t be able to walk for a fucking month.”

“Baby, you aren’t leaving. The second I pinned you to my barn, you felt this.”

“This,” I growled, grabbing her chin once more and forcing her to look at me, “is you and I being drawn to each other. This is me wanting you in my life, in my bed. This is you being a good daughter and fighting for your mom. This is us giving in.”

“You enchant me,” he said, cutting me off. The hand in my hair pulled me towards him and my hands slid down to his chest. “Enchantress, I can handle you. I was born to handle a woman like you, perfect for me.”

“Love ain’t meant for cowboys. Because when a cowboy falls in love, not even the fires of hell could stop him from being with her.”