“I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more beautiful,” I murmur.
“Me neither.”
I glance over.
He’s staring atme.
Yes, it’s cheesy as hell.
But does it feel good to be worshipped for a moment?
Absolutely.
I smile at him. “You’re a charmer.”
“I’m just honest.” He reaches over and brushes the stray hairs off my face. “This has always been my favorite strand of your hair. She’s got a mind of her own. She can’t be tamed. Just like you.”
“That means I’ve got a wild streak in me. I don’t like being owned. Being trapped scares me.” I’m testing him. I need to know how he responds because I lay awake last night for quite a while, trying to quell my fears that I’m already in too deep with him. This is why I’ve never dated by following my heart before. It’s scary as fuck.
“I know you’re a bird that can’t be caged. I know every little nuance of Ashley Hill. All of her turns me on like no one else.” Jared clears his throat and puts both hands on the steering wheel. “We both need to go. We shouldn’t…”
“Get all riled up?” I laugh. “No. Probably not.”
Although my panties are already wet from his words.
I take a breath and work to calm down. I need to go work in a minute, and I don’t want to be in a state of arousal when I enter the barn.
We sit quietly in Jared’s truck like we don’t know how to say goodbye. I loathe the fact that my chest is already tight like I’m losing my best friend when he’s only going away for a week.
“This is silly,” I finally say. “You’ll be back before we can blink.”
“Pretty sure I’ll blink a few times. My eyes would dry out if I didn’t,” he jokes.
I playfully slap his arm. “Ha-ha.”
“So.” His voice is hesitant. “I’ll call you every day while I’m away. Before games. After games.”
“Okay.” I wrinkle my nose at him. “I’m not worried, Storm. About fan girls and all that.”
“Good, because you have no reason to worry at all.”
He runs a hand through his dark hair, which just makes me want to do the same. I glance around, and, not seeing anyone, I slip onto his lap.
“Your hair’s a sexual elixir,” I say as I slide my fingers through his thick locks.
He groans. “Shouldn’t we talk for a minute and then say goodbye? I don’t want to make you late for work.”
“It’s okay. I’m alone at the ranch right now…” I squeeze my legs around his waist. “And for a few minutes, I want to focus on things that don’t involve talking.”
“What about dirty talk?” Jared murmurs into my ear.
I kiss his neck. “Dirty talk is accepted. And invited.”
“Good.” He circles his hands around my ass. “Then I’d like to tell you that I want to feel you ride my cock in this truck.”
“Is that a challenge?” I’m already unsnapping my jeans.
“It’s a request.” He unbuttons his own jeans and helps me to slide mine down my legs.
