Any uncertainty he’d felt over the past few weeks faded as he plundered her.
Little noises burst out of her and she rubbed her breasts against his chest until he lifted a hand to cup one. The full weight in his palm sent him spinning more out of control and in theback of his mind, he registered there was a very real possibility he might take Zee right here against the side of the lodge.
He tore away.
“Grant—”
He forced himself to lift his head and step back. She fisted his shirt and tugged him close again. When their mouths collided, the sound she made against his lips went straight through him.
His cock throbbed and his balls ached with the urge to fill her over and over again. For the first time ever, it struck him that she could be carrying his child right now.
He hadn’t thought to ask her about birth control, just figured Zee probably had that covered or she never would have suggested they go without a condom.
“Zee…” His voice was a rasp as he made himself take her by the hand and keep moving.
His chest tightened, the memory of their confessions at the fence hitting hard—and the realization that they could really start a family.
Neither of them were steady on their feet as they continued toward the barn. They bumped into each other, and he grabbed her arm to keep her upright. She issued a low giggle that didn’t stop while they struggled to coordinate a simple walk to the barn.
The side door leading to the loft—their loft—loomed ahead. They didn’t even make it inside.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as if she’d been waiting for this moment too. He pressed her back against the rough wood, one hand working underneath her sweatshirt even as his mouth landed on her neck. She gasped, tipping her head back to give him access to the soft spot below her ear that made her writhe.
“Ohh!”
“I want you so damn bad,” he gritted out against her tender flesh. He speckled kisses to her collarbone and back up to her delicate jaw.
She twisted her lips into his, and he was lost in the kiss again. In Zee.
Mine.
A growl built in his throat, and he didn’t bother to hold it back.
She raked her blunt nails over his shoulders and the way she whispered his name nearly undid him.
He rocked his hard cock into her pussy, cursing all the clothes between them even though the friction was sharp enough to make him grind his teeth.
He closed his fingers on her nipple and pinched. She cried out, lips parted as he teased the tight bud into a hard pebble.
“Not here,” he managed to say though he wanted to ignore the part of his brain that urged him to take her—here. Now.
He let her slip to her feet and somehow they managed to get through the door. Navigating the stairs was easy because he swept her into his arms and ran up them.
When they whipped open the door, he set her on her feet and went for his jacket. Tearing it off, he threw it on the floor.
She reached for her own. “You’re very fit.”
“Fit for making you scream all night.”
She flashed him a grin and tossed her coat on the floor. She flung off her sweatshirt and his shirt joined hers in the growing heap of clothes on the floor.
“It’s almost like you trained for this moment.”
He took one look at her beautiful breasts curving over the cups of her bra and hooked an arm around her, yanking her flushagainst him. He stared deep into her eyes and ground out, “I trained for you.”
Their lips slammed together in a desperate kiss. By the time they reached the bed, he was barely holding on and she was shaking.
They tumbled into bed, and he hovered over her, the kiss turning slow and intense.
