Taming the Heart (Crimson Ridge #3)

by Elliott Rose

“This isn’t allowed to happen.” My brows knit together, and yet I still linger right there, with only millimeters between my lips and the spot above her pulse point I could suck down on. She hums a soft agreement. “We can’t.” “I’m your boss…” “Pretty sure that ring on your finger is the bigger issue.” Of course, she’s right, and we both know it. I step back, pushing off the hay bale, and scrub a palm over my mouth. “You should probably go inside.” My eyes don’t stray from hers. “You should probably stop looking at me like that.” The devilish thing she is, Sage smirks. Now this girl knows the truth, and I can’t decide whether this feeling ballooning in the pit of my stomach is relief or the worst kind of I’m fucked sensation. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you? When you look like that… when you walk in wearing shorts like those…” Sage interrupts me. “Are you blaming my choice of clothing?” “No,” I shake my head and drag a palm over the back of my neck. “I’m blaming myself for losing any sense of which way is up or down when I’m around you.” “What if I didn’t mind?” She lets her head tip back a little, raising her jaw and hitting me with deeply hooded eyes framed by those goddamn thick lashes. “What if I wouldn’t mind you getting a little reckless with me and letting go of that control you’re clinging to, hot stuff?” “Goddamn, Sage.” Her eyes dance with daring and temptation and the sorts of games I need to learn to walk far away from. “What are you gonna do? Put me...