Michael’s warm hand grazes my ass, and I shiver.
“I thought we could watch the sunrise together.”
“I love seeing the sun come up,” he says.
“Really?”
“You sound surprised.”
“I don’t know many people who like to get up early,” I admit.
“I’m up long before dawn every day when I work,” he says. “And the sunrise…well, let’s just say it holds a special meaning for me and my family.”
He doesn’t elaborate, and I don’t ask for details. Of course, I want to know more—much more—but what I’m enjoying so much about being with Michael is that nothing between us feels rushed.
Like right now.
“We’ve got a little time before the sun shows itself.” Michael trails his hand up my spine. “And I haven’t given you a proper good morning yet.”
I moan as he flips me onto my back and slides his tongue along the shell of my ear.
“What’s proper?” I murmur.
“An orgasm.”
I laugh. “Really?”
“At least one.” He moves down my body until his head is between my legs.
Turns out he was right. One orgasm happens so fast that we have time for me to ride him until I go over the edge into my second orgasm, and he follows after me.
I can’t erase the smile from my face as we throw on our clothes and hurry outside his cabin just in time to see the brilliant sun rise over the ranch.
Orange and yellow hues. So bright it could burn. So gorgeous I can’t look away.
I swallow.
Something tells me my life is about to change completely.
Michael
Emery and I take a long shower together before we go get breakfast at the local diner up the road. I could have brought her to the main house for food, but I wouldn’t subject her to all the questions my brother and cousins would no doubt ask. If this is going anywhere, there will be plenty of time for them to get to know her.
I nearly kick my own ass that I’m even thinking of bringing a woman I’ve known for less than twenty-four hours to a family meal. A Wild get-together is not for the faint of heart, although I’ve no doubt Emery can more than hold her own. It’s me I’m worried about; if I want someone to know something, I’ll tell them. When I get asked a whole bunch of questions, it just pisses me off.
“So.” Emery cuts up her pancakes with a fork and adds a generous helping of maple syrup. “What are you up to today?”
“Luke wants me to exercise one of his older horses. Just walk him around the ring.”
I regret saying it the moment it comes out of my mouth.
Emery’s face lights up, and her blue eyes brighten. “That’s so fun!”
I scowl. “He’s annoyed the crap out of me for days. I don’t like horseback riding. I avoid it for the most part. And I know I won’t be much help to him.”
Emery covers her mouth with her hand, but I don’t miss her gleeful smile.
“What’s so funny?”
