“Fuck.” His hips jerked as a bolt of pure fire shot through his cock. “Need you so bad.”
“I can tell.” She lifted her head to meet his gaze, a wicked smile on her face, as she rolled her hips up and down his length.
He hissed out a breath, hands pressing against her lower back, holding her close, silently begging her to keep going, and she did, hips moving rhythmically against his as they kissed, deep and sloppy and desperate. How had he gone ten years without this? Screw that. How had he gone ten months, ten weeks, ten days…
Maybe he’d forced himself to forget, or maybe he’d never experienced anything quite as intensely erotic as the feel of Megan’s body moving so beautifully against his. But he was awake now, every cell in his body achingly alive in a way he might not have ever felt but would certainly remember for the rest of his life.
“Jake?” She stilled, staring down at him, something hesitant lurking in her eyes.
“Yeah?” He stroked the skin just above the waistband of her jeans.
“Has it really been ten years?” she whispered, her expression achingly kind.
He nodded. “Feels more like a million right now.”
There was a clunk and a snort from the stall behind them, reminding him what they were supposed to be doing right now, which was definitelynotmaking out on a pile of horse blankets in the aisle of the barn. He sat up slowly, drawing Megan into his lap as he craned his head to look at Bug. She stood motionless in the middle of the stall, looking no better or worse than she had the last time he checked on her.
Megan followed his gaze, staring silently at the horse for a few long seconds. “I have no idea how you’ve managed.”
He huffed a bitter laugh. “It hasn’t been easy, and I’m not just talking about sex. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed just…touching someone.”
She snuggled against his chest, looping an arm over his shoulder. “Like this?”
“Yeah. Been a long time since I held someone. Feels good.”
“Even with…” She gestured to the painfully obvious bulge in his jeans.
“Even with that.” And it wasn’t a lie either. No matter the obstacles between them, his virginity or living on the property she managed, they couldn’t have had sex tonight anyway. They had to watch over Bug until she’d recovered from her colic.
“It’s been a little while for me too,” she said softly, her face pressed into his jacket. “I mean, not nearly as long…but a year or so, which for me, is a really long time.”
“Why’s that?” he asked. “The break from dating, I mean.”
She shrugged. “I’ve just been focused on things here at the castle and my photography.”
“You’ve been busy,” he agreed, wondering if that was the whole story or if the car accident that left her scarred had anything to do with it.
“We’re going to have to deal with this thing between us, though, aren’t we?” she said, looking up at him. “I mean, one way or the other.”
“I guess we will.”
“Maybe not right now when it’s the middle of the night, and we’re half delirious and horny as hell.” She winked.
“Agreed.”
“So should I, um, get out of your lap?”
“No.” His arms tightened around her. “You’re driving me ten kinds of crazy, but it feels so damn good to hold you.”
“Well, I’m glad, because it feels good to be held.” She rested her head against his shoulder, her voice gone quiet.
“It’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of physical attraction. It just feels so…I don’t know what the right word is. I’ve felt so isolated. Sometimes I thought I’d never feel a woman’s touch again, even just to sit here like this with you in my lap.”
“Dammit, Jake. That’s really sweet…or sad…or both. I don’t know.”
He grunted with laughter. “I don’t want to be sweetorsad.”
“You’re not,” she said. “Maybe your situation is, but you’re strong and sexy and just sogood. I’m really glad you’re getting this chance to go after all the things that you’ve had to wait so long for and really sorry Alana couldn’t be here with you for it.”
