I was initially a little overprotective, but damn if this woman can’t handle herself. I should’ve known that.
She stalks toward the guest house without another word. I turn to look at Ronnie. He rolls his eyes and goes back to his car.
I guess the bunkhouse wasn’t good enough for him.
He tears back down the driveway and heads toward town. I shake my head. I clean up everything with the tractor quickly; my attention keeps returning to the guest house, though.
I go into the house and wash up, but I’m pacing the kitchen like a caged animal.
Just go check on her already.
Caleb is sound asleep, so I walk out the front door, closing it softly behind me as I jog across the yard to where the guest house sits. I can hear her singing and moving about inside. I knock on the door.
Shit. I should have brought some beer or wine, something. I shouldn’t have shown up empty-handed, that’s for damn sure.
The door opens, and she’s standing on the other side in a tank top and shorts; her hair is still wet from her shower. I lick my lips and swallow hard.
“You okay?” I ask gruffly.
She raises her eyebrows at me as she nods. “Did you need something?”
“Doyouneed something?” I repeat.
Did I hit my head today? Why did I just ask her the same thing she asked me?
“I’m fine, Wade. Is that all you needed?”
I need you, damn it.I’ve been thinking about kissing her all day. I want to feel her in my arms, to feel her pussy wrapped around me. I need to be inside her so that maybe I can think straight again.
I look back at her. She’s biting her bottom lip, and I can’t control my urges any longer. Before I can take another step forward, she grabs my shirt and tugs me into her.
She lets out a gasp as if she’s surprised by her own actions.
“Ronnie won’t interrupt this time,” she breathes.
Her mouth covers mine, and she melts into me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her hand taking my cowboy hat off my head and putting it on her own before her fingers thread through my hair.
I move so that her back is against the wall, my mouth moving down to kiss her neck while my hands continue cupping and rubbing her butt cheeks. She uses her hands in my hair to direct me down to her breasts.
“Wade, fuuuuuuckkkk,” she groans in the sexiest breathy voice.
The bulge in my pants is straining to break free. My head dips down, my hand going up to pull one of her beautiful breasts out of her blue tank top. My thumb runs across her taut nipple, watching it pebble. She thrusts forward while forcing my headdown to it. My tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive tip before taking it fully into my mouth. Her hands grip the back of my head, urging me on.
My other hand slowly slides under her shorts, finding that she isn’t wearing any panties. I groan against her breast before I run my finger lightly over her wet folds, causing her to shiver beneath me. She bucks as my tongue moves in the same circular motion on her nipple that my fingers are making on her clit.
Her breathing is ragged and she’s gripping my hair for dear life. She thrashes wildly, moaning my name in the sexiest way. One finger slips inside of her while my thumb plays on her clit.
She’s practically gushing her juices all over me. She comes so easily for me, just like she did in Texas all those years ago. It’s like her body responds to the slightest touch from me. She was confident that day in the barn, but there’s something so primal and hungry mixed in with that confidence now. It’s sexy as hell.
“You’ve got a lot of pent-up stress, baby; why don’t you let go and let me take care of it?”
She whimpers, her head rolling back as another finger slides inside her. She sucks in a breath before moaning loudly.
“Wade,” she breathes.
Her eyes flutter open, locking with mine. She looks so vulnerable, so needy. I can tell she’s at the edge, just waiting for me to take her over.
I start kissing her again, this time more urgently, my hands not able to stay away from her body. She gasps into the kiss as I pin her more firmly against the wall.
