She shakily sets the empty bottle on the wall separating the stalls and then turns toward me. “We can’t have sexhere,” she says, glancing at the stall behind her. “Not in front of the baby.”
“You’re right. We wouldn’t want him losing his innocence so early,” I say with an amused grin.
Her lips twitch. “I know you’re making fun of me, but I don’t care.”
“I’d never make fun of you, Quinnie. Come on. If you don’t want the calf watching, then we’ll go out there.” I gesture outside.
“Tripp...”
I grab her hand and haul her outside and into the fading evening light. She trails me to the side of the barn, a spot that can’t be seen from the house, porch, or driveway because while she likes the thrill, I know she would be mortified to actually get caught.
I glance around the corner, making sure nobody’s out here looking for us before I press her to the side of the barn.
“Right here seems like the perfect spot. Don’t you think?” I ask, my fingers splaying across her lower back as I pull her into me.
Her eyes search mine, her whole body humming with anticipation. It’s coming off her in waves. “Maybe we should try it and find out.” She smirks at me, gloriously devious.
God, I love this little naughty streak.
Her fingers find the button on my jeans, but I grab her wrists in one of my hands before she can take me out, even though the amount I’m straining against the denim is getting uncomfortable.
“Kiss me first,” I say, hungry for that connection I feel whenever her mouth is on mine.
Her eyes, impossibly blue, lock on mine as she leans into me, and I meet her mouth in a kiss that's slow and teasing. It’s the start of a slow burn, a spark to the inferno already burning low in my gut.
For all the sex I’ve had, I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone the way I want to kiss Quinn—like I’m offering myself on a platter for her, falling at her feet. It’s not just some primal desire to sate. She’s everything I want. The best damn part of my day.
She came back into my life, and now I don’t want to think about the days without her—past or future. I’m living in the present—desperate to keep us in the here and now and not think about how this will end. I can’t bear it.
Her tongue slips into my mouth, and she swallows the moan it drags from me. My fingers play with the top of her leggings, running back and forth, teasing, not getting any closer to where she wants them.
Her hands go into my hair, tugging gently at the overgrown locks at the nape of my neck. My hips rock forward of their own accord, unable to control what those little tugs are doing to me—pulling me apart piece by piece.
My kisses go from slow and controlled to needy and eager. Lips and tongues and saliva all mingling together in a frantic mess of desire that’s deep and all-consuming.
Her leggings slide down easily, and I nearly groan when I realize she’s not wearing a damn thing under them.
“Planning ahead, huh?”
Her laugh is a breathless pant that makes me weak in the knees. “Maybe.”
She shimmies out of the leggings and awkwardly kicks her boots off in the process.
“Fuck, Quinnie. Such a dirty girl.” My mouth finds her neck again, and suddenly her shirt feels like an obstacle. I strip it over her head and nearly groan when I see her bare breasts in the fading light. No bra. No barriers. Just Quinn—beautiful, flushed, absolutely breathtaking.
I’m not sure what she has against undergarments, but I’m not complaining. I’m an impatient man, and the quicker I can get her naked in front of me, the better.
The sun is setting behind me, painting the sky in shades of pink and purple that are reflected on her skin. A perfect blush of color that makes me want to do obscene things—marking her, filling her, making sure she knows she’s mine.
Because, Christ, Iwanther to be mine.
She’s pressed against the red wall of the barn, writhing under my gaze, gasping when I finally stop staring like a lunatic and touch her again. My hands grip her ass, spreading her for me as I drag my finger through the crease until she squirms.
“I’m gonna take you here one day, Quinnie. And when I do, I’m gonna stretch this tight little hole and fill it so full I’ll be dripping fromyou for days.“
“Please,” she begs, pressing back on my finger.
I chuckle at how fucking needy she is for everything I want to give her.
