Fucking him was one thing. But now that there’s the possibility for more…?
I peek over at him, and he catches me looking and fucking winks at me. I nearly strip a screw with the screwdriver when I twist it too hard. God, I need to get my head on straight.
‘Good work,’ he tells me when we finish, and I glower at him, trying not to lean over and lick the sweat from his skin. It almost—almost—feels like he’s telling megood boy.
My entire body shudders at the thought.
I say nothing. I can’t deal with this right now. I step outside instead and get Leaf’s attention with a loud whoop. ‘You ready for the boxes?’ I ask, my signs big so he can read them from far away.
He throws me a thumb’s up, and I move back into the barn where Dex is waiting. Watching me. A hungry look in his eye. He wipes sweat from his brow with the bottom of his t-shirt, looking like sex personified, and my dick twitches.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. This is not the time nor the place. ‘They’re ready for the planters.’ By some miracle, my hands don’t shake.
Dex nods and flexes his biceps, making my pants even tighter. ‘Great. Let’s go.’
With a grunt and a heave, we lift the first one and walk it out, my eyes trying to focus on anything but his bulging muscles. It’s almost impossible not to be affected by them. By him. He looks so fucking good all jacked and sweaty.
And that stubble on his cheeks is doing things to my insides.
I want to feel it rubbing against my skin as he eats my ass.
He’s not cheating, so the possibilities are endless.
No. Nope. Logical and rational, I remind myself. It’s going to be my new life motto, damn it. No more spur-of-the-moment sex scenes with Sex.
I mean,Dex.
Fucking hell.
We move three more planters, helping Leaf and Thorn put them into the ground, and then I need a break. Not because I’m tired, but because I need some space from Dex’s muscles and his glistening skin.
I grab a water bottle and head toward the bare orchards before anyone can ask where I’m going. There are huge piles of chopped apple tree wood and a ton of new saplings filling the empty rows. Taking a swig of the water, I stare out at the rows of dead trees in the distance when I feel someone move up next to me.
I know it’s him. I can fucking feel him like a second heartbeat. I know the vibration of his steps now and how his body changes the air around me. His arm brushes mine, and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the moan inside.
‘They’re going to burn all those,’ he tells me, when I peer over at him. He has a clear plastic cup in his hand, and as he sips on it, I can smell the alcohol on his lips.
I ground myself further to keep from learning over and licking the taste right out of his mouth.You will resist. There’s no reason to, but you will.
I will not turn into a slobbering, horny mess every time this man stands next to me.
‘I know,’ I finally say. It’s probably a little too late, because Dex’s lips twitch slightly at my delayed response.
I shove at him with my arm—knowing full well I shouldn’t—and he shoves me right back. The contact is almost too much, and of course, he doesn’t let up. He crowds me back against the trunk of a willow tree, and as I take a step to the side, my foot catches in a hole Michael must have left behind. I suck in a breath as I lose my balance, but Dex’s strong arms catch me. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me upright, and my chest lands against his.
His hands move from my arms to my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. I find myself short on air, and the feeling gets worse when his eyes meet mine and then slide down to my lips. I wait for something.
Anything.
A kiss. His teeth in the tendon of my neck. His hard cock rubbed against the cut of my hip.
But he doesn’t make a move. He just holds on to me, and the sensation under my skin slowly crackles like a live wire beneath his touch.
Wanting him this much is getting dangerous.
His breath hits my lips as his head tips down, and I momentarily wonder what happened to his drink before I realize that I don’t care. I just need a taste of him. Just for a second.
Just to take the edge off.
