"You're so fucking perfect," he said roughly, his free hand sliding into my hair. "So responsive. So desperate for this."
"Shut up," I gasped, but my body was already trembling.
"Make me." He increased the pressure, the speed, and I was gasping his name into his shoulder.
The orgasm hit suddenly and hard, and I bit down on his shirt to keep from crying out. He worked me through it, his touch gentling as I shook apart, pressing kisses to my temple and murmuring things I couldn't quite hear over the rushing in my ears.
When I finally came down, gasping and boneless, he slowly withdrew his hand and helped me fix my clothes with surprising gentleness.
"Okay?" he asked softly.
"Yeah." My voice came out hoarse. "More than okay."
He kissed me again, soft and sweet this time, and I tasted satisfaction in it.
"What about you?" I asked, my hand sliding toward his belt. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh.
He caught my wrist. "Later."
"But.”
"This was about you." He kissed my forehead. "And we're running out of time."
As if on cue, I heard voices in the hallway outside. The tour must be moving through.
"Shit," I muttered, scrambling off the counter.
Wyatt steadied me with a hand on my hip, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Easy."
"This is not funny. Your daughter?—"
"Is still in the taproom listening to someone talk about barrel aging." He helped me smooth my hair. "We're fine."
"We're insane," I corrected.
"That too." He kissed me one more time, quick and playful. "But you're not bored anymore, are you?"
I glared at him, but I couldn't quite hide my smile. "You're insufferable."
"And you love it."
He wasn't wrong, and that scared me more than getting caught.
We slipped out of the quality control room and back into the main brewery floor, trying to look casual. A group of tourists was examining one of the fermentation tanks while their guide explained the brewing process in enthusiastic detail.
"There you are!" Maddy appeared at my elbow, making me jump. "I thought you guys got lost. The tour is actually pretty interesting. Did you know they use different types of yeast for different…” she trailed off, looking between Wyatt and me. "Why are you both so red?"
"It's warm in here," I said quickly. "From all the equipment."
Maddy's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Uh huh."
"Did you answer all the questions in the barrel aging section?” Wyatt asked, his voice impressively casual.
"Yeah." Maddy was still looking at us like she knew something was off. "Are we almost done? I want to go riding before it gets too late."
"Yeah," I said, grateful for the excuse to leave. "Let's go."
As we walked toward the exit, I felt Wyatt's hand brush mine for just a second, a brief contact that sent electricity up my arm. “See you both later,” he said as Maddy hugged him.
