His warm hands on me feel like a furnace, his lips on the edge of my ear as he nips it lightly, sends a flurry of warmth all over me. I’m sure there’s no place his velvet touch can’t reach, even if he barely has his hands on me.
Dick. You can say it, and it doesn’t bite.
A thrill inside me licks the growing fire at his words. Oh. My. God.
When Zane puts his hands on me, I want to die. He feels so freaking good.
I’ve never done it outdoors, much less in a damn barn, but this is kinda hot. He spins me around, unlatching the next stall over, then whispers. “Don’t want Zeus gettin’ the wrong impression of you.”
I giggle. “We couldn’t have that now, could we?”
It’s darker in here, and away from the open doorway, something I appreciate just in case his dad or Grandpa decides to pop back.
“Stick your ass out,” he tells me, my hands pressed against the wall as his hands move down my sweater to feel and fondle my breasts. “Just like that.”
Holy cow.They aren’t huge by any means, but his hands completely cover them.
I groan, sticking my ass out as I rub against him. He’s hard. Really hard. Holy snap crackles, I wasn’t kidding about the monster in his pants.
For every moan he cups me harder, and I shudder under his touch.
He rubs up against me, and when his hands trail under my sweater, back over my breasts, he suddenly yanks my bra down. I gasp when he starts to pluck my nipples. As I tuck my sweater under my armpits, my breasts out on display, Zane whispers. “That’s it, my dirty little girl, show me those perfect, perky tits.”
I bite down on my lip, unable to hold in my moan as one of his hands moves up to cup me around my neck.Oh, god yes.
It’s possessive, hot and I can’t get enough. “More,” I cry. “More, Zane.”
He spanks my ass once, twice. “You wear these tight jeans just for me?”
I nod. “Yes,Boss.”
This time I really hear him growl. His hands are at my waist, undoing the button, pulling the zipper down, and I’ve never shrugged my jeans off so fast in my damn life. This is so hot, it’s ridiculous. I tug my sweater and top over my head in one fell swoop, letting them fall on the hay beneath us. And now I’m in my bra and panties, my breasts hanging out as Zane whispers in my ear what a bad girl I am.
Oh, he’s got no idea how bad this girl can be.
I reach behind me as he cups me between my legs, and I rub his cock through his jeans. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Oh, baby.”
Baby.Oh, I could get used to any nickname he has for me.
I draw in a breath, his dark, spicy scent with hints of pine, leather and soap invading my senses in the best kind of way. My center throbs, and I take a deep sigh, my breath finding freedom for a second until he kisses the top of my head.
The edges of his fingers find my chin before I can even blink, and he tilts my face up gently to look at him. “You ok, Princess?”
I mash my lips together, trying to steady my racing heart. I’m not even aware I’m nodding until I see the pull of his wayward smile at one side. “I’m okay,” I breathe. “You just—you feel so good.” So is the way he presses his hips to mine, and I can feel how hard he is once more. My throat runs dry at the thought of my own dirty secret I just blurted out coming true:I’ve always had this fantasy about doing it in a barn with a hot lumberjack.
He doesn’t seem to mind my confession, oh no. Not at all.
“You asked me what I wanted to do to you — how about I save time talking about it, and I just show you?”
My pulse thickens as his lips graze my neck when he speaks. The words echo off my hot and bothered skin all while he plucks my nipples. Did someone just turn up the temperature valve in here? “Oh, I’d love that.”
I love how he cages me in, not halting his ministrations for one single second.
“Your body is so perfect,” he mutters. “Look at you, naked in my fucking barn.”
I stick my ass out, wanting him to touch me. I’m practically begging for it.
A strange thought crosses my mind as he holds me tight against him; I feel more at home in his arms than I’ve ever felt.
