“Do you want me to be careful with you?”
My heart kicked—hard.
The fact that he asked made it all the more surreal.
“No.” Then I went up on my toes and he met me on the way down.
His full lips and the softness of his beard activated every nerve in my body. My fingers dug into his shoulder as our lips met in a wildness I couldn’t ever remember experiencing before. I knew passion—felt it in my bones for the music that owned my soul—but I’d never actually felt it matched physically.
His hand slid behind my neck, holding me possessively as he turned me where he wanted me. His thumb drifted down the sensitive skin behind my ear as he kissed the oxygen right out of my lungs.
He slid a knee between my thighs, pinning me against the hay bales with an intensity that revved the lust up another notch. He brushed his hardness against my belly just enough to let me know he wanted me.
As if the kiss didn’t tell that tale.
I moaned and stroked his tongue with mine as he deepened the kiss. It was drugging and invasive as if he wanted to own my mouth. I was at the mercy of his hands and hips which ratcheted up my excitement.
When I opened my eyes all I saw was the mask and it made my breath back up in my lungs.
I’d almost forgotten about it.
He seemed to understand and ripped it off, before covering my mouth again.
I went up on my very tiptoes so I could get my arms around his neck. His other hand dropped to behind my hip to cup my ass until there was no space between us at all.
I was enveloped by him.
He was lightning and I was the bottle.
We were caught together in a moment that shouldn’t have happened.
Suddenly he tore his mouth from mine and buried his face in my neck, his breath coming as fast as my own. “Gotta stop.”
“Right. You’re right.” I slowly lowered until my feet were on the ground. My body still humming even though sense was starting to prevail. “Thank you for not being careful with me.”
He groaned and kissed the side of my neck. “You deserve to be held carefully.”
My belly jittered. “Sometimes I just want to be wanted.”
“No worries there.” He lightly pulsed his hips against my middle. “Pretty sure I’ve never wanted anyone more.”
“Easy to say in the dark,” I whispered.
“Isn’t that why you ran up here?”
The urge to deflect as I always did was on the tip of my tongue. To give the safe answer that wouldn’t be misconstrued. “Yes.”
“Well, I chased you, so I guess we’re on the same page. Or is it just tonight?”
“I don’t know.”
“I can work with that,” he said against my ear. He backed up and I immediately wanted to pull him back down to me.
He drew me through the maze to where we started.
And it felt like I wasn’t the same Amber who started the day.
In more ways than one.
