She was going to make me break my promise and take her right here.
"You're in a mood today," I observed, watching her practically skip toward the barn with empty water buckets swinging from her hands.
"A good mood," she corrected, spinning around to walk backward, those shorts riding low on her hips, that strip of skin between shorts and tank top calling to me like a siren. "A very, very good mood."
"Any particular reason?"
"Maybe I just like working the ranch. Maybe I like the company." She bit her lip in that way that meant trouble. "Maybe I really,reallyliked what happened in the kitchen this morning.”
That was it. I was done.
I followed after her—stalking, not walking—heat pounding in my blood, every rational thought gone.
She didn’t notice me right away, too focused on her chore, sunlight catching on the curve of her shoulder, the outline of her nipple visible through the thin cotton of her top.
Christ.
“Steph.” My voice came out low. Rough. Dangerous.
She turned, smiling—until she saw my face. Her smile faltered, breath catching.
“Lee?” she whispered. “What?—”
I didn’t let her finish and backed her into the wall.
Her hands flew to my shoulders, gripping tight, her chest rising sharply as I leaned in close—my mouth at her ear, my breath raising goosebumps on her skin.
“You’ve been fucking with me all morning,” I growled. “Walking around in those shorts… touching me every chance you get…”
Her breath came fast, shaky. “Lee?—”
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” My hands slid to her hips, fingers curling into bare skin at the edges of those tiny shorts. Her knees trembled.
Heaven help me, I wanted her so bad I was half feral with it.
“You’re making it hard to work, sweetheart,” I said, pinning her gently but firmly with my body, my thigh sliding between hers until she gasped. “And I’m done pretending I’m not losing my goddamn mind over you.”
Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, nails biting. “Then don’t pretend,” she whispered. “Lee… please.”
I kissed her—hard, deep, claiming—and she met me with equal fire, equal hunger. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching into mine like she couldn’t get enough.
I slid my hands down, gripping her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around me, her breath breaking in a tiny, helpless sound.
“Christ, Steph,” I rasped against her throat, sucking at her skin until she moaned. “I want you so fucking bad.”
I pulled her shorts aside with one rough, desperate movement, just enough for my fingers to slide in and feel just how bad she wanted this too.
She gasped—head back, mouth open, body arching beautifully.
“Already wet,” I growled. “But I knew you would be. All this flirting… You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me half out of my mind for you. Unable to think about anything other than the way you moan for me. How good you take my cock.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes, Lee, don’t stop.”
“You’re such a tease, Steph.” I was panting now, entranced by the way my hand looked slipping beneath her clothes, taking what’s mine. “I fucking love it.”
I slid my fingers inside her, slow at first, then deeper, harder, watching her fall apart right in my hands. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips grinding against my palm.
“I gave you what you wanted, now give me what I want,” I whispered against her ear. “Come for me. Right here. Right now. Let go for me.”
