I clench my jaw, debating about what to do with her.
She takes her hand and slowly inches it up my chest, one finger at a time. She gets to my neck and stops, grazing her fingertips over my Adam's apple.
I groan, then admit, "This isn't helping my dilemma."
"What's the problem?" She tilts her head.
I slide my hand behind her head, grip her hair, and tug.
She gasps, her eyes blazing with a fire I never want to extinguish.
I close the distance between our bodies and press my cock against her stomach, murmuring, "You know the rules."
She gives me another sly look, then slips her hands around my neck, gliding her thumbs behind my ears.
Tingles race down my spine. The little room left in my pants disappears, and I press closer, reminding her, "This is my first professional shot." I release her hair.
She smiles, her expression full of pride and excitement. "I know. I came to give you a good luck kiss."
My heart thumps harder against my rib cage. I accuse, "You're getting me all riled up, sweet thang."
She smirks again, then tilts her head to the side to get under the rim of my hat. Her lips barely graze mine, and she chirps, "Okay. Good luck." She ducks under my arm and reaches for the door.
I move over and pin her against the door so her back is against my chest.
Another tiny gasp escapes from her lips.
I murmur in her ear, "I think you can do better than that."
She glances at me over her shoulder, playing innocent, and asks, "But I know the rules. We wouldn't want to break them."
I grunt and slide my hand around her waist, then drop it between her thighs. Her back arches against me, and I skim two fingers under her denim and over her silk panties. "Who said we're breaking them?"
Pink flushes her cheeks. She licks her lips and states, "Aren't you right now?"
"Tell me the rule," I demand, pressing against her clit.
She murmurs, "No sex or messing around before you compete."
I circle my finger and kiss her neck. "Why?"
Her panties dampen. She closes her eyes and breathlessly answers, "You need all your focus to stay on the bull."
I increase my speed, asking, "Then why are you in here making my cock ache like a stallion left too long in the corral?"
"Ummm… I… oh, good lord," she whispers, her eyelids fluttering.
"What did you want, sugar? Me to think about you sitting in the stands with your pussy all slick and ready for me?" I slip my fingers under her panties and glide one inside her, repositioning my thumb on her clit.
She takes a shaky breath, and her hot exhale hits my chin.
"Answer me," I order. "Is that what you wanted?"
"I… I… I…" she whimpers.
I kiss her but don't let her put her tongue in my mouth. "That's what you wanted, didn't you, sugar?" I kiss her chin.
"Yes." She barely gets the word out, then whisper-shouts, "Wyatt!" Her eyes roll, and her body breaks against mine. But I know my girl. This is the appetizer before her real high comes.
