“And you helped me get to a place where I could heal. Where I could finally move forward.”
I angled in and gently kissed her. We lingered, our lips close, and just existed for a moment. This close, she was intoxicating.
“You’re strong,” I said, dragging my nose down her neck. “I’d love to take credit.” I nipped at a sensitive spot. “But it’s all you.”
Sighing, she threaded her hands in my hair. “Can’t you just take a damn compliment?”
“Careful there, Matchstick,” I replied. “Or I’ll bend you over that workbench.”
Her eyes widened and heat instantly crept up her cheeks. “Is that a promise?”
Fuck. The way her teeth sank into her plush bottom lipmade my knees nearly give out.
I ran a finger across her jawline, tipping her chin up. “Anything. You. Want.” Ducking, I captured her mouth.
She kissed me back hard, her hands running up my chest, then down to my belt buckle. “I need you.”
“Let’s go to the house.”
“No,” she said, tugging down my zipper. “Here and now.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
In seconds, my hand was down her pants and I had two fingers inside her. She was so fucking wet. The heat of her made me want to fuck her through the wall of this barn.
As I picked her up to find a spot, my eyes snagged on the crate of syrup.
“Here,” I said, placing her on the massive worktable.
I reached for the crate, removing a glass bottle.
“Josh,” she said, “what are you doing?”
I twisted the cap off the glass bottle. “Playing.” I smirked. “You okay with this?”
She nodded, looking a little uncertain.
I stuck my finger into the bottle and brought it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around me and sucked, the move making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Delicious,” she said.
I leaned down and kissed her, tasting the sweetness on her tongue.
“It’s from my trees,” I said proudly. “I had a dream,” I said, snagging the hem of her shirt and tugging. “Of licking my syrup off your tits while I fucked you.”
Gasping, she quickly ripped her sports bra over her head. “Yes. I want that.”
I smiled at her, though I couldn’t temper the demand in my tone when I said, “Get naked.”
Once she’d shucked her leggings, she was completely naked in my barn, on a worktable surrounded by tools.
She reclined back on her elbows, giving me full access to her body. “What are you waiting for?”
I wasted no time, tipping the bottle at her collarbones and letting a thin stream of syrup run down the length of her body. I watched, fascinated as it ran between her breasts, down her stomach toward her pussy. I should have taken my time. Should have catalogued every single second of this experience. But I couldn’t hold back. With a groan, .I dove in and licked and sucked at her skin and clamped her nipple between my teeth.
“Josh.” She moaned, tugging my hair.
I poured more. Started again.
