He pulls back just enough to look at me, his breathing harsh, his eyes so dark they're almost black.
"What are you wearing under here?" he asks, his hand sliding under the hem of my tank top, fingers grazing the lace of my bra.
I can barely catch my breath. "Something for you."
His eyes flash. "Show me."
I hesitate for just a second, and he leans in close, his lips brushing my ear.
"Show. Me."
It's not a request.
My hands are shaking as I reach for the hem of my tank top and pull it up slowly, revealing the sage green lace bra underneath.
Shadow goes very still.
"Fuck," he breathes, his eyes locked on my chest. "You wore this for me?"
I nod, unable to speak.
His hand comes up to trace the edge of the lace, his touch reverent and possessive all at once. "You have no idea what you do to me, darlin'. Walking around in those tight jeans, smiling at everyone, pretending you don't feel this thing between us."
"I wasn't pretending," I whisper.
"No?" His thumb brushes over my nipple through the lace, and I gasp. "Then what were you doing?"
"Waiting." The word comes out breathless. "For you to make a move."
"Well, I'm making it now." His hand leaves my breast and moves to the button of my jeans. "And I'm not stopping until everyone on this ranch knows you're mine."
He pops the button, drags down the zipper, and pulls my jeans down over my curves, just enough to reveal the matching sage green panties.
The sound he makes is almost a growl.
"These too?"
"Yes."
"Fuck, Grace." He hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks them down, the delicate lace tearing in his grip.
I should bitch at him about it—those were expensive—but I can't bring myself to care.
He steps back just enough to look at me, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Then he's kissing me again, harder this time, his hands everywhere at once.
He strips my jeans the rest of the way off, leaving me in just my bra and boots, pressed against the fence in the middle of the pasture.
"Shadow," I gasp as his hand slides between my thighs. "Someone could see?—"
"Let them," he growls against my neck. "Let everyone see who you belong to."
His fingers find me wet and ready, and he makes a satisfied sound low in his throat.
"This for me, darlin'?"
I can only nod, my head falling back against the fence as he circles that bundle of nerves that makes my legs shake.
