“That’s it?”
“It’s pretty simple stuff. Especially if she knows how to cook.”
“It tasted complicated.”
“It’s not,” he said with a smirk. “Are you going to tell me the real reason you came over here, or do I need to guess?”
“It was for the berries.”
“I may not know a lot,” Jasper said, stepping closer, “but I know you’re full of shit.”
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. He was close enough that I could smell the sweat on him—barn work and sun and heat. It was natural, musky, and every part of me wanted to sink into it.
A trickle of sweat slid down his throat and disappeared under the collar of his T-shirt. I wanted to strip that shirt off and follow the path with my tongue. I shoved my hands in my pockets because with so much temptation in front of me, I needed some protection against my own bad judgment.
No one had ever affected me the way Jasper did. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. But as much as it confused me to be off-kilter around him, I liked it. I’d smiled more since the day we met than I had in the last year. Jasper was light. And I hadn’t realized just how heavy I’d gotten.
“Daddy, did you miss me?”
That single question shattered my good intentions. I knew I should keep whatever confession wanted to spill from my lips locked up tight. But I couldn’t lie to Jasper. It felt like a betrayal.
“Yeah, sugar. I did.”
I didn’t know what I thought he’d do with that, but I sure as hell didn’t expect him to run full speed and launch himself into my arms.
He leaped like it was instinct, arms wrapped around my neck, legs cinched tight around my waist. My hands caught Jasper under his thighs to hoist him up so we were chest-to-chest, face-to-face. No hesitation. Our mouths collided in a kiss that was hungry, wild, and starved. Nothing about it was neat, sweet, or remotely tender.
When my tongue brushed his lips, he opened for me instantly. I mapped his mouth like it was uncharted territory, then doubled back to be sure. One low moan from him sent lightning bolts through me. I wanted Jasper more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
We kissed again. And again. And again. Each one more desperate than the last. My lungs were on fire, but I would’ve given up air if it meant I got to keep tasting Jasper.
With his legs still around me, his body strained toward mine. My cock was already painfully hard, aching for friction, but I wasn’t willing to go too far without a conversation. It was the last rational thought I could cling to—every other part of me was on fire.
I carried him a few steps to the barn wall and braced him against it. We landed with a soft thud, and he gasped, snapping me back to awareness.
“Sugar, you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Jasper barely pulled away long enough to answer before dragging my mouth back to his. I rolled my hips into his, and he moaned deep. The obscene noises spurred me to return to him, over and over.
If anyone was out there, they could enjoy the show.
When I finally broke away, gasping, I kissed my way down the column of his throat. He was salty and hot and tasted so goddamn good that I couldn’t stop. His skin was fire against my lips. I felt the frantic pulse beneath and knew mine was racing right alongside it.
I pressed harder, and his broken, guttural sound was the reward.
Fences? What fences?
CHAPTER FIVE
Jasper
“Oh god,” I gasped as Hank’s mouth moved down my neck.
His roving lips left tingles and shivers in their wake. Braced against the wall, I felt protected and sheltered and all the other things that made butterflies flutter in my belly. If I could bottle this moment and pull it out later, I would because I’d never felt more fuzzy on the edges. It was like being drunk without the looming hangover.
Hank found my mouth again, but this time it was gentler, softer. Our initial kiss had been desperate, but this one was more measured. He sipped instead of devoured, and I craved it just as much. His tongue swept against mine, and molten lava pooled in my dick. I was rock hard and panting in need.
With some maneuvering, I yanked up Hank’s shirt so I could feel more of his skin. His chest was firm and smooth, aside from a smattering of hair across his pecs. If I could, I’d have used my mouth instead of just my hands. But today, I’d take what I could get for as long as I could. My fingers traced over his ribs, and his muscles twitched, which made me do it again. And again.
