“I like a lot of things.” Her heart raced against her ribcage as his hands toyed with the scrap of material going down her crack. He leaned forward and kissed her hard. He took what she gave, wanting, craving more, bringing every one of her nerve endings to life in a lust filled haze. “You should tell them bye.”
He rose, slowly letting her slide down his body. “I already did.”
He lowered her dress down her thighs. Each agonizing inch against her sensitive skin ensured that she wasn’t leaving Texas without taking him for a trial run, or two, during a hot unadulterated sex-a-thon. Feeling his need and desire for her, for the first time in a long time, she’d truly felt wanted and needed. He’d given her back what she thought was unattainable, that elusive partner she thought didn’t exist, and she wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
He took her by the hand and led her outside. She’d follow him just to see if what he promised was just as good as the real thing. What started as a game had the possibility to be so much more. Her panties were wet in anticipation. His erection bulged behind his zipper. They were both in need of a cold shower, if they planned to keep their wits about them.
“I hope you’re ready for a long hot ride, Ms. Thatcher.”
She was and she knew they’d never make it back to the hotel room before one or both of them found release. It was just a matter of whether Sam was going to screw her in the back seat or if he was going to find somewhere else.
“The hotel is too far away,” she whispered around his kisses as he backed her up until she was pressed against the door. The smell of his cologne surrounded her, soothed her. Made her forget their problems.
“I know.” He rested his forehead against hers and clenched his eyes closed. “I know of a place where it will just be us. No threats, no guests, no hotel workers. Just us, and it’s closer.”
“Where?” she asked excitedly, trying to calm the rapid beat of her heart.
He slipped his fingers beneath her dress and inched her panties to the side, running the pad of his finger through her wet folds before moving it inside of her hot, wet channel. A moan slipped free as she clenched his arm. The need to keep him inside of her left her frenzied with desire. He pulled it out while holding her gaze, and placing the finger in his mouth, he sucked her desire from the digit before kissing her hard once again. The muskytaste of her arousal drove her need only higher.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she said, out of breath, fighting the need to ask for more.
“I read it in your book.” He winked. “It’s not far. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ten minutes later,Sam drove through an iron gate with a sign above it that read, Stone Ranch. This was the first official ranch that Grace had been to. A white, two-story house with blue shutters and a picket fence sat off in the distance. A thin forest lined one side of the property. On the others, there were just fields of green pasture. She could see for miles in three directions, but not beyond the woods.
“Which Stone lives here?” she asked.
“It’s where I grew up. I own it, but Richard runs it with our ranch manager, Steve.”
“If he runs it, why is everyone staying at the hotel?”
Sam shrugged. “I’m sure that was more Sarah’s idea than Richard’s. She’s always wanted a lifestyle outside her means.”
“Then why didn’t she stick with you? I mean, you own your own company.”
“Not when we were engaged. I hadn’t decided what I wanted to do with my life, up until she broke my heart.”
“And so you’ve made it your personal mission to mend everyone else’s?”
“Something like that.” Sam bypassed the main house and pulled up behind the barn.
“You can’t be suggesting…”
“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Don’t worry. The horses were boarded on a neighbor’s ranch and the staff has the week off due to the wedding. It’s just us and there’s no one to disturb us. No one even knows we’re here. The entire place is ours.”
“Then why not a bed?” she asked, climbing out.
“Bad memories,” he offered as his only clue. He didn’t need to say anymore. She knew exactly what he meant. Somewhere up in that house there were memories he’d like to forget. She’d help him make more memories, so that when he returned, he’d have something even better to remember.
“You sure you wouldn’t like a nice, comfortable bed? I can help you create new memories.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” He teased before slipping out of the SUV and taking her hand. He led her into the barn and up into a loft type area, which was filled with hay. There was a window on the second story that was partially open. Grace walked to it and glanced down at the pile of hay below. “I bet you jumped from here when you were a kid.”
“You know I did.” He pulled her to him.
