Her laugh bursts out, light, and surprised, as I toss her over my shoulder.
“J.T.!”she squeals.
My hand grips the back of her thighs to steady her.
“Almost there, Honey,” I mutter.
I carry her through the house, boots thudding across the hardwood floor, past the wide windows that look out over the mountain valley.
The place is quiet.
Just us.
I push into the bedroom and finally set her down on her feet.
For a second, we just stand there.
Breathing.
Looking at each other.
Sizing one another up.
Her hair is a little wild, cheeks flushed from the ride and the adrenaline of everything that just happened.
Those cerulean eyes of hers are wide and bright and locked on mine.
Want is riding me hard.Need is there, too.And love—fuck, I haven’t told her that part yet.
Words aren’t really my thing, but I know I need to.
Later, though.Much later.
Her eyes roam over me, landing on the indecent bulge in my pants, and a tiny sound catches in her throat.
That does it.
Something inside me snaps tight.
“Clothes,” I say.
My voice comes out low.Rough.
“Off.”
She swallows, then nods.
Her hands go to her jeans, fumbling a little with the zipper.
I’m already moving.
Shirt off.
Boots kicked aside.
Belt sliding free.
Every second she’s still dressed feels like torture.
