"I know. I missed you terribly," I tell him, my arms locking tighter around his neck. The heat of his body merges with mine, and the chaos inside me calms.
He kisses me again, then retreats. "I should park the truck properly and turn the lights off."
I laugh, realizing we're in the middle of the dirt trail that leads to the driveway. I release my legs and find my footing.
He leads me to the truck and opens the passenger door. "Hop in, sugar."
I obey.
He gets into the driver's seat and then accelerates down the path, stopping in front of the guesthouse that has been our home for the last seven months.
We get out, and he sweeps me off my feet.
I giggle, holding on to his shoulders, and kiss him some more.
He carries me up the steps, each press of his mouth more feral than the last. He slams the front door with his boot, then sets me on the counter. He puts his hands next to my hips and leans in an inch from my face. A wicked glint flicks in his eyes. "You smell like summer and sin. Damn, I missed you!"
I inhale his intoxicating scent, running my hand through his hair. "I'm the one who missed you."
"Then what are you going to do about it?" he challenges, his grin matching his gaze.
Giddy, I bat my eyes, teasing, "Why, Wyatt Houston. Do you have naughty thoughts on your mind?"
He licks his lips, glancing at the low-cut neckline of my sundress. He declares, "I'm not letting you out of my sight tonight. You hear me?"
"Loud and clear, cowboy," I say, biting my lip.
He tosses his hat on the table. It lands with a thud. His mouth claims mine again, hands rough, hot, and greedy as they slide under my dress.
I arch into him, aching for everything we couldn't do while we were apart.
He slides a finger past my panties and groans. "You're already wet. Jesus, sugar. How long have you been melting like this?"
"Since you jumped out of that truck," I admit, then return to kissing him.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to mumble, "Those two weeks felt like two lifetimes."
My fingers dive into his hair, pulling him back to me. "Same. It was torture."
"Let's stay naked the next few days," he suggests.
I laugh. "I'm game."
"Good. Let's start now." He shoves a finger inside me.
I gasp.
A knock rattles the door, cutting through the haze. We both freeze, breathing heavy. We look toward the door.
"Don't answer it," I whisper.
Another sharp knock echoes around us.
Wyatt doesn't move except to say, "We need to be farther away from the main house."
"Y'all better have clothes on!" Jagger booms from outside.
Wyatt groans, pressing his forehead against my collarbone. "That brother of yours has the worst timing."
