“Well, if she poops, that’ll be a great sign,” he said with a sardonic grin.
She returned it with one of her own. “Great. Here we are, sitting in the barn at one in the morning, waiting for a horse to poop.”
“It’s a glamorous life.”
She leaned against the wall of Bug’s stall, allowing her shoulder to bump into Jake’s. “Earlier, you said you didn’t share the fact that you’re an author with many people. Why is that?”
He shrugged. “No real reason. I just don’t like to make a fuss.”
Yeah, she could see that about him. “I bet Theo has your books in his library.”
“He does. I saw them there when I was poking around last week.”
“You really like that library, huh?”
He gave her an amused look. “Yeah, I do.”
“I haven’t spent too much time in it, but I’m going to go find your books,” she told him. “And I’m going to read them too.”
Jake looked away, adorably uncomfortable with her attention. “If you do, don’t tell me.”
“I’m not making any promises.”
They continued to make idle chitchat as the night wore on. Eventually, they fell quiet as fatigue set in. Behind them, Bug dozed in her stall. Megan felt herself losing the battle and decided there was no reason for her not to doze too. Her eyes closed, and she drifted off into a light but exhausted sleep.
The next thing she knew, a buzzing sound jolted her awake, and…what in the world? She opened her eyes to find herself sprawled across Jake’s sleeping form. Her arms were wrapped around his chest, one of her legs nestled into the space between his thighs.
Was she still dreaming? Because how…what…
But no, his eyes opened too, looking similarly confused. He shoved a hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cell phone, silencing the alarm that had awoken them. Then, he raised up on his elbows, looking behind him at Bug’s stall. She was visible in the doorway, dozing peacefully.
“Set it in case we fell asleep, so I wouldn’t miss checking on Bug.” His voice was deep and gravelly, and he made no move to get out from under her.
“Um.” She was disoriented from sleep, but certain parts of her were one-hundred-percent awake and hyper-aware of the contact with bits of Jake she’d never touched before, especially the parts that brought her into contact with the crotch of his jeans.
“I…guess we got cold in our sleep?” He offered, still making no effort to move.
“I do feel awfully warm right now,” she said, but it came out as more of a whisper because his cock was rapidly hardening against her thigh, and suddenly she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the lust muddling her brain, sending pulses of need straight to her core.
Her head dipped as his rose, lips meeting in a crushing kiss.
* * *
Jake sankhis hands deep into the mahogany depths of Megan’s hair as their mouths met. Her tongue slid along the seam of his lips, and he opened to her, surrendering to the overpowering need inside him, the need to be touched and kissed, to allow himself the things he had so long been denied. A low groan tore from his throat as her tongue stroked his.
As recently as five minutes ago, he had forgotten anything could feel so good. He felt supercharged as his body awoke to the intense pleasure of a woman’s touch, the warmth of her body covering his, the whisper of her breath against his cheeks as they kissed. Somehow, he thought nothing had ever felt as wonderful as this moment with Megan.
“You feel so good,” he mumbled, allowing his hands to roam down her back, settling on her waist, memorizing every dip and curve of her body.
She shifted above him, and suddenly his cock was pressed into the heat between her legs. His grip tightened on her waist, holding her in place, too exquisitely aroused to move.
So good.Toogood…
After ten years without so much as a kiss, a lifetime without experiencing the full pleasure of a woman’s body, Jake’s control was frayed beyond repair. Megan was still kissing him, unaware of the battle raging inside him, the intense need for more, more,more, warring with the knowledge that his body wouldn’t tolerate too much more of this without demanding release.
“Haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.” He slipped his palms beneath her jacket, inside her top, finding the hot, smooth skin of her lower back. So incredibly soft, so much softer than his own.
“Me neither,” she whispered as she trailed a path of hot kisses across his jaw to his neck, where she nipped lightly.
