Excerpt of The Wanting Heart by Rionna Morgan

"It's late, Blake. I'm tired." Kate said.

"Not too tired to be kissing that city feller." Blake could've kicked himself. He wanted to talk to her not fight.

"That's none of your business. You have no right to be spying on me."

"I wasn't spying. I was watching Cathy."

Kate stepped into the full light. "Well, you should have taken her home and been on your way!"

Seeing dark circles beneath Kate's eyes, Blake studied her. He saw sadness and fatigue. "Jesus, Kate. Did you drive home last night? Have you even been home?"

"What do you care?"

Blake grabbed her arms. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"No. I'm living my life."

"I'll tell you what you're doing. You're going home and going to bed."

"Don't use that range boss voice on me. You have no right."

Blake couldn't listen to another word. Holding her body, even in anger, was too much for him. Her words were crushed against her mouth as his lips covered hers. He lifted her off her feet, molding her body to his. She'd been nineteen the last time he kissed her. Her body had grown and filled out since then. But, he wasn't thinking of that. He wasn't thinking of anything, but how damn good it felt to just hold her, kiss her. Begging for her surrender, he stroked his hands over her hips, up her back and fisted them in her hair.