As I fill it for her, she stares at my chest, her greedy gaze raking over my nipples and down to my belt and back up again. Her eyes feel like a physical touch and I ache for her to put the flowers down and put her hands on me.
“Thank you,” she whispers when the water is halfway to the top of the bucket.
I lean over and turn off the tap. Then I grab my shirt and hat, very aware of her gaze on my bare skin.
I take my time. Giving her time to retreat, and she does move a bit, heading to the corner of the barn again—returning to work, because we’ve only kissed so far, and cuddled with our clothes on, and this is probably across a line she isn’t ready to cross.
But she wants to, and that’s more than enough for me.
By the time I get to where she’s standing, she hasn’t turned away, hasn’t fled. Her gaze dropsagain to my damp chest, and my nipples tighten painfully under her inspection.
Every part of my body is hyper aware that she’slookingat my naked flesh, really looking, and not running scared.
I’m not going to spook her, but I’m not going to pretend that this isn’t happening, either. And if she wants something, at some point she’s going to have to take it.
“See something you like?”
She squeaks and jerks her head up, lifting her chin. “I?—”
“I’m filthy,” I continue. “So I’m not going to press you up against the side of the barn or anything. But if you see something you want, you should feel free to take it.”
“I don’t know what I want,” she whispers.
And damn if that isn’t the sweetest, most honest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s fucking sexy. I’m going to jerk off tonight to that breathy little gift. I run my hand through my wet hair, pushing it back, giving her a little flexing show of biceps at the same time, then I set my hat on my head. “Is that better?”
She blushes. “I do like your hat. But the damp hair was nice, too.”
I set my hands on my hips next. “How about this?”
“What are you doing?” Her eyes lift to meet my gaze. They’re soft and warm, and most of all, they’reopen.No flinching, no pulling away.
“Just putting myself in front of you to do whatever you want. You could pat my muscles a little. Treat me like a horse.”
That makes her laugh. “You’re not a horse.”
“No? I work in the fields all day. Come back and eat oats and apples and carrots.”
“You don’t sleep in a stable.”
“Wouldn’t be so bad.”
“I can’t put a saddle on you.”
“You could.” I lean in. “You want to go into the tack room and tie me up?”
Her pupils dilate. “Maybe.”
“Yeah? I’d like that.”
“Really?” She searches my face, her lips parted, her eyes wide. “You’d let me tie you up again, and…touch you?”
Even after the ice cold hose bath I just had, my cock swells at the thought. “Let you? Darling, I would beg you to do that if you were ready.”
She licks her lips.
And then, from the baby monitor on her hip, comes a little sleepy cry.
Saved by the Bellamy.
