For once, I wasn’t capable of answering. There was something about this man that levelled me – and part of me wanted it, wanted him desperately, but the other part was a warning bell so loud I could hardly think.
As though on autopilot, I reached behind me, grazing my nails down his thigh, my palm stroking what I knew was waiting for me.
‘Give it five minutes,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll be by my truck.’
With the briefest touch to my waist, he left, leaving me to pull myself together just in time to receive my drink from Lottie.
‘You okay?’ she asked, frowning as she clocked my face.
‘No,’ I admitted, gesturing to her neat whiskey. ‘Can I?’
‘Um . . . sure?’ she said, eyebrows disappearing under the brim of her hat as I knocked it back in one and handed her my beer.
‘I owe you one,’ I gasped, gritting my teeth at the fire that raged down my throat.
‘Hestia, what –’ she began, reaching for my arm, but I was already backing away.
‘Yoga,’ I replied, not waiting for her to fully register before I turned and went outside, walking to the back of the car park where Jesse’s black truck was parked, not making eye contact with any of the new arrivals still pulling up.
‘I make that no more than three minutes. Youmustbe keen.’
Jesse waited on the far side of his truck, hidden from view thanks to the wall behind and the sheer size of his truck in front. His trademark cocky smile turned to something quite different as I rounded the bonnet and without slowing, pressed myself into him and reached up, pulling his mouth onto mine.
He groaned as our lips parted, every memory from the other night flooding in. In a gesture that felt inevitable, his hands circled my ass and waist, lifting me up again as he had before.
As my back pressed against the truck, the full weight of his glorious body on mine, I switched off everything else.
Especially my head.
CHAPTER3
JESSE
Her body was . . . something else.
I gripped her ass harder, slowing our movements, determined to make it last even a little longer and cursing my damn impatience. I should’ve waited until later, back at the ranch where we could do this in private, make it last more than the ten minutes I dared to give it out here, where anyone could find us. There was too much to feel, to take in. From soft, full lips to the rounded, mouth-watering curves of her hips and thighs, to those piercing blue-green eyes that reached right into my fucking chest and squeezed my damn lungs every time she looked my way.
But it wasn’t just that. I’d known it from the instant she arrived, arching her brow and lifting my hat straight onto her head, tucking her arm into mine like we’d been friends for years. Hestia might just be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, bar none, but that beauty carried right on inside. Honest, funny, smart . . . and the filthiest fucking mouth I’d ever heard on anyone. Her smile alone was enough to make me rock hard in seconds.
Cole was right.
I was fucked.
‘What’s the matter, cowboy? Can’t keep up?’ she whispered, lips brushing against my jaw, forcing me to grit my teeth as her voice and the breathy moan that followed almost pushed me over the edge.
‘Look at me,’ I growled, waiting for her eyelids to flutter open, her head tilting back as she arched against the truck.
The effect was too much, the image forever branded in my mind as the single hottest moment of all my twenty-eight years to date. The way her lips parted, moaning my name as her orgasm began, eyes still holding mine, lips curving as I had no choice but to follow her.
‘Hestia,fuck,’ I groaned, burying myself inside her as hard and deep as I could, claiming her, never wanting it to end.
She gasped as I came, eyes closed again, a smile of pure joy lighting up her face. My heart pounded, waves of intensity smashing into me from every side, but even then I couldn’t look anywhere else.
My eyes were fixed on her, as though if I stopped, my heart would too. The world was tilting, finding a new angle – a whole new fucking axis.
I’d felt it before, just for a second, in the kitchen – and I thought she had too, but this . . .
Fuck.
