“Not yet.” I caught her chin, gently tilting her face up. My thumb brushed her lower lip. “As much as I want to see you on your knees, that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, baby, I have something else for you.”
“Better than this?” she teased, her thumb raking over the crown of my cock, catching the bead of pre-come.
“Different,” I groaned, even as I pumped into her grasp. Once, twice. I cursed getting out of the bed as she giggled. I grabbed the flannel shirt and leggings she’d been wearing before I stripped them off her last night. I tossed them to her and grabbed my own clothing. “Get dressed. Now. Before I change my mind and keep you in this bed until next Tuesday.”
She pouted, but she dressed, grumbling about bossy mountain men the whole way out the door.
We walked down toward the greenhouses, hand in hand, the air crisp and smelling of earth and pine. A big green tractor stood near the equipment shed. I hopped up, starting the engine.
“Are you going to let me ride on your big green tractor again, Cord?” she asked, her voice full of flirty innuendo. “I really enjoyed it last time.”
Before I could answer, she was climbing onto the ladder and straddling my lap, just like last time. Her pussy pressed against the bulge in my jeans. “Tease,” she giggled.
“I’m not a tease.”
“True. If I remember correctly, you were quite proficient in driving the tractor…” she trailed off, biting my ear. “… and fucking me at the same time.”
I kept one hand wrapped around her waist and swatted her ass with the other as I moed the tractor forward. “Behave.”
“Oh, that’s no fun.” She braced both hands on my shoulders, grinding her hips against mine. “You’re awful tense. Sure you don’t want to pull over?”
“I’m driving a five-ton piece of machinery.” My arms were on either side of her, keeping her safe as my hands gripped the steering wheel behind her back. “Stop grinding on me, or we’re going to end up in the ravine.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered, but she settled against my chest, her head tucked under my chin as we crested the final rise.
As we neared the edge of the plateau, I slowed the engine. “Close your eyes.”
“Cord—”
“Close them, Poppy. Trust me.”
She sighed but did as she was told, her long lashes resting against her cheeks. I steered the tractor to the very edge of the ridge, where the land fell away into a natural bowl that caught the full force of the Montana sun. I cut the engine. The silence of the mountain rushed back in, but it was different now. It was alive.
I hopped off the tractor and reached up, taking her into my arms. I walked a little ways before setting her on her feet, but I didn’t let her go.
“Okay. Open them.”
Poppy opened her eyes, and the breath left her body in a long, shaky gasp.
Below us, the entire slope was a sea of red. Tens of thousands of poppies were blooming in a riot of color, theirpetals delicate and bright against the rugged mountain rock. It was a defiant, beautiful explosion of life in a place that had been gray for too long.
Just like my life before her.
“You... you did this? The seeds I saw in the shed... the irrigation lines you were working on at night...”
“I wanted you to have a place that was yours,” I said, my voice thick. “I wanted you to see that you didn’t just come here to work. You came here to bloom. I planted every one of those for you, Poppy.”
She turned in my arms, her eyes shimmering with tears. “It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“It’s just a start.” And it was. As sappy as it sounded, I wanted to give this woman the moon and the stars. Hell, the whole damn universe.
The wonder in her eyes was enough to sustain me for a lifetime, but I needed to feel her. I needed to plant myself in her right here, in the middle of the beauty I’d built for her.
I reached for the buttons of the flannel shirt, my hands steady now. I peeled it back, exposing her heavy breasts to the morning sun. I leaned down, my mouth finding her nipple, suckling deep until she let out a broken cry.
“Cord.” Her hands were frantically working at the zipper of my jeans.
I stripped her out of the leggings, my gaze traveling over the lush, wide curve of her hips and the dark, damp curls between her legs. My clothes followed as I laid her back among the flowers, the red petals a stark contrast to her cream-colored skin. I went down on her right there, my tongue finding her pussy, tasting the sweetness and the heat of her until she was thrashing in the flowers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
