“And I just had a bath,” she teased.
She delighted that the wetter she got, the more see-though her dress was, and it excited her. She ran her hands down her sides, then up and over her breasts, keeping her eyes pinned on his. The look on his face told her he wanted her. Just as she wanted him. Her throat tightened and desire swept through her. She wasn’t sure she could wait until they got home.
“C’mere, darlin’,” he said and reached for her.
He grabbed her and she let out a startled gasp. Chet spun her into his arms, flattening her flush to his chest, and she splayed her fingers over his powerful shoulder muscles. She pressed her palms to his soaked shirt and took in every hard plane of him. The brim of his cowboy hat shielded her face and sheltered them from the indoor rainstorm. Sexual heat bubbled in her bellywhen their gazes met and her knees weakened. She was glad he was holding her, otherwise she would have melted to his feet.
Jenna’s breath stilled. She pressed her fingertips into his muscles, then slid her hands over his wide shoulders to lace her fingers behind his neck. She had come to know him so well, and the look in his eyes right now told her volumes. Her gaze dipped to his lips. They were parted and all she wanted was for him to close his mouth over hers.
As if he read her mind, he lowered his head to hers and she encouraged him by pulling him closer. They paused with their lips a hairsbreadth apart; the air between them almost crackled with their passion. Jenna was sure she could feel little jolts of electricity ripple along the sensitive skin of her lips and like magnets they were drawn to one another.
“Kiss me,” she murmured.
“Darlin’, you don’t have to ask.” And he crushed his mouth to hers, pushing her until her bottom was pressed against the wooden bench supporting all her roses.
Their mouths fused, she breathed him in and opened for him. He wasted no time and plunged his tongue into her, drawing her desire to a fever pitch.
She arched against him until they were molded together from shoulder to hip. His cock pressed into the rippled folds of her wet skirt. Even though the sundress was a light summer fabric, Jenna felt as if she were weighted down with a winter parka, keeping them from being flesh to flesh. She was desperate to feel him without the barrier of clothing.
The intoxicating scent of the blooms, mingled with Chet’s wild and natural essence, ignited Jenna. Her legs didn’t seem to want to support her, and she wobbled until Chet lifted her to sit on the wood. The water raining from the sprinklers seemed to lessen after the initial deluge, as if the pressure had righted itself. They were both soaked and the heat of their bodies mistedinto the hot greenhouse air. She was a steaming bundle of passion and scrabbled to get Chet’s jeans undone, keeping her lips locked to his.
He slipped one then the other strap off her shoulder and pushed the neckline of her dress down until her breasts were bare. She sucked in a breath and leaned back into his supporting hands. Chet nuzzled along her jaw, down her neck. His tongue scorched a trail until he pulled her aching nipple between his lips.
Jenna froze with delight. But she wanted, needed, more. His heavy, wet jeans made it difficult to free him and finally she pushed them past his hips until he was clear. His cock was heavy and hard in her hands. He had positioned her perfectly on the bench and it was so sweet and easy. She pushed her thong aside and guided him into her pussy.
“Now, Chet, here among my roses that you grew for me—” The words caught in her throat when he thrust deep, spearing her with ecstasy.
Jenna widened her thighs, giving him more room, and locked her ankles around his hips, pulling him in with her heels. She gripped his shoulders and met his thrusts.
“Ah, woman, anything, anything for you.” His voice was strained and he blazed a trail from her breasts until he caught her lips with his again, kissing her as if he needed her to sustain his life.
His words, his touch, his lovemaking, everything about Chet fulfilled her beyond words, and tears seeped from her closed eyes. Emotion overwhelmed Jenna, and her desire rose to a fevered pitch unlike anything she had felt before. She lost her sense of space and time, the only grounding was Chet’s arms around her, and she let herself go. Sensation took over and carried her, wrapping her in his aura until the groans of his pleasure finally took her to the edge.
He drove hard and deep into her center. Chet reached between them to find her clitoris. His fingers swirled on the sensitive pearl until she sucked in ragged breaths. Jenna’s mind went blank. Her orgasm built in slow, blissful peaks. She sucked in a quick breath and hovered, poised and waiting. Chet’s pace increased and his groans triggered her to action. She wanted them to come together.
With his hand still pressed between them, she tightened her heels on his ass, keeping him firm and buried in her until her muscles clamped down on his cock. He let out a groan when he swelled inside her with his release.
Jenna cried out as he filled her and she crumpled into quivering contractions in his arms. Chet leaned a hand on the bench to support them, his face resting in the curve of her neck as Jenna clung to his shoulders. Slowly her legs sank until her feet rested next to his calves.
Jenna blinked and looked around. Realization of what they had just done in such a public place alarmed her.
“Chet. We should get dressed. What if someone sees us?” She pulled her dress up and flipped her hair behind her. “Oh, the water stopped.”
He looked up at the sprinklers. “So it has. Damn stupid sprinklers. He helped her off the bench and fixed the front of his jeans.
“If they hadn’t gone off, would we have…had sex?”
He shrugged and took her hand. “Who knows, but I’m glad we did. There’s more I want to show you.” He helped right her dress.
“Chet, you’ve done far too much as it is.” Jenna, still flushed from their unexpected quickie, followed him between the rows of fragrant roses. She wanted to bury her nose in the blooms and inhale their perfect scent. But she’d wait to see what he had up his sleeve now.
“Here. See this plant?”
“Yes. It’s lovely.” Deep-red blossoms covered a bush set aside on a table.
“It reminded me of last winter,” he told her. “We can take this bush and plant it at the ranch.”
“I’d like that.” Jenna smiled. “You mean the roses you left for me on my birthday?”
