E-Books →Wildfire Kisses A passion that burns brighter than the Texas sun

The Texas sky burned with hues of gold and crimson as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the endless stretch of wild prairie. The summer heat still lingered in the air, thick and heady, but nothing compared to the fire that burned between Savannah Blake and Colt Lawson.
Savannah had grown up on this land, her heart stitched into every inch of the rolling fields and rustic barns. But nothing-nothing-made her pulse race like the cowboy who had once been just a childhood friend. Colt had always been reckless, all charm and swagger, but somewhere along the way, he had become something more. Something impossible to ignore.
Tonight, as they stood on the wooden fence bordering his ranch, the space between them crackled with unspoken words. The wildfire of desire, of longing, of years spent pushing and pulling-it had finally come to a head.
"You ever gonna stop lookin' at me like that, darlin'?" Colt's deep, drawling voice was playful, but his eyes held a heat that sent a shiver down her spine despite the warmth of the night.
Savannah smirked, tilting her head. "Like what?"
"Like you're torn between runnin' away and runnin' straight into my arms."
She sucked in a breath. Damn him for knowing her so well. She had spent years trying to fight this-fight him-because loving Colt Lawson meant losing herself in something fierce, something uncontrollable. He was wildfire, unpredictable and all-consuming, and she had always been afraid of getting burned.
But as he stepped closer, the scent of leather, sun, and something unmistakably him wrapped around her, clouding every rational thought.
"You're trouble, Colt," she murmured, but there was no fight left in her voice.
He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his calloused fingers lingering against her cheek. "Only for you, Savannah."
Her heart pounded against her ribs. She knew she should walk away, keep her distance before she got in too deep. But it was already too late. She had fallen years ago, back when they were just kids chasing fireflies and racing horses through the fields. The truth was, Colt had always been in her blood, in her bones.
And he always would be.
His thumb traced slow circles against her jaw, his gaze darkening. "Tell me I'm wastin' my time," he whispered, voice rough, raw. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away."
She swallowed hard.
There was no use denying it anymore.
"You know I can't."
That was all he needed. In a heartbeat, his hands were on her waist, pulling her against him, and then-his lips crashed into hers.
The kiss was fire and fury, years of unspoken emotions bursting into something reckless, something untamed. Colt kissed her like a man who had waited too damn long, like he would never get enough. And maybe he never would.
Savannah's fingers curled into his shirt, holding on as the world spun, as the night folded around them, as the wildfire they had spent years ignoring finally roared to life.
When they pulled apart, breathless, Colt's forehead rested against hers. "Darlin', I don't care if I burn for you," he murmured. "Just tell me you'll stay in the fire with me."
Savannah smiled, her heart racing, her soul finally at peace.
"Always."
And just like that, the wildfire consumed them both.