That sound drives me wild.
My cock is threatening to bust through these Wranglers. It needs to feel her. I want to fill her. It’s all I can think about. My hand gently goes to her throat, and her hips slam forward and up again as though I’ve found the secret lever to unlock her desires.
Her whimpers, mixed with the way her tongue is tangling with mine, is causing me to forget everything. I reach down to cup her butt cheeks, lifting her slightly. Her legs wrap around my waist. Her core settles against the bulge in my pants and I damn near see stars.
I need to be inside her now.
A sudden, loud whinny from one of the horses shatters the moment. Sutton pulls back, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. She doesn’t say a word, just turns and bolts out of the barn, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding and my thoughts a mess.
I stare after her, my hand still tingling where I touched her elbow. What did I just do?
Chapter Eleven
Sutton
I’m halfway to the guest house before I realize I’m practically sprinting. My heart is hammering in my chest, and it has nothing to do with exertion.
How did I let that happen?
One second, I’m thinking about cows, and the next, I’m making out with Wade Callahan.
Man, it’s infuriating how good of a kisser he is.
My entire body is thrumming with the way his mouth felt against mine, the way his hand wrapped around my throat so gently but establishing that control.
I’m certain I drenched my panties just from that.
The second I’m inside, I slam the door shut and lean against it, trying to catch my breath. My fingers brush over my lips, which still feel swollen and sensitive.
I can’t believe it happened. I can’t believe I let it happen.
I make a beeline for the bathroom, turning the faucet on full blast and splashing cold water on my face. The shock of it helps a little, but when I look up in the mirror, I barely recognize myself.My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are bright, and my lips…God, my lips look like they’ve been thoroughly kissed.
My head falls back, and I close my eyes, remembering what it felt like to have his mouth on my neck, on my breasts.
“Pull it together, Sutton,” I mutter to my reflection, gripping the edge of the sink. “This is not why you’re here.”
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t push the memories away. The way Wade’s eyes darkened just before he kissed me. The way his hand lingered on my arm like he didn’t want to let go. The way my body responded, like it had been waiting for this moment for years.
It has.
All my relationships have failed miserably because I haven’t been able to recreate the connection Wade and I had in Texas.
I shake my head and turn off the water, then grab a towel to pat my face dry. This is ridiculous. I’m here to figure out what’s going on with the cattle, not to get swept up in some… whatever that was.
I cannot lose focus. So many people are counting on me to figure this out.
If Wade apologized and saw that I’m not a horrible person, maybe my dad will finally see that I’m not the horrible human he believes me to be, too.
I went to study veterinary medicine because of the ranch. I specifically chose bovine medicine because of the ranch. I could’ve opened my own practice working with dogs and cats. It’s way more glamorous than cattle.
I chose this field because of my dad, my parents, this town, and this community. I really did think that I could come back and make a difference here, but it’s clear that no one wants that.
Get in. Figure it out. Get out. Easy peasy.
Taking a deep breath, I leave the bathroom and grab my keys from the counter. I have everything I need in the back ofmy truck, so I don’t have to risk going back into the barn to see Wade. I need to focus, and the best way to do that is to get back to work somewhere other than Callahan Ranch. The truck’s engine roars to life, and I head toward my dad’s ranch, determined to put as much distance as possible between myself and the barn—and Wade.
The drive is short, and when I pull up to the familiar house, a wave of nostalgia hits me again. This place holds so many memories, both good and bad. I push them aside as I grab my bag and head out to the pasture. I’m halfway through setting up my equipment when I hear the crunch of boots on dry grass. Turning, I see my dad approaching, wearing one of the hazmat suits I’d insisted on.
