Fast and hard, the way I'd told her to, her whole body clenching, face buried in my neck, one broken sound after another that she was trying to muffle and failing. I worked her through every second of it, not letting up until her thighs were shaking and her hands were twisted in my shirt and she was gasping for air.
“Jesus, you're already building up to another one, aren't you?” I slid a finger inside her and she moaned so loud I was sure the whole ranch could hear. “Fuck…the way you're clenching around me, Daniela. You're so fucking sweet, baby.”
She rocked her hips into my hand like a feral animal.
"That's it." I added a second finger and she made a sound that went straight to my cock. "There you go."
"Sawyer—" Broken. Desperate. Nothing like the woman who'd walked out to the paddock with her chin up and her attitude intact. "Please?—"
"Please what." I curled my fingers and watched her head fall back. "Use your words."
"I need—" She rocked against my hand again, chasing it. "I need you inside me?—"
"Not yet."
"Sawyer—"
"Not yet." I kept the slow curl of my fingers, the steady press of my thumb against her clit, and watched her try to hold herself together and fail completely. "You're gonna give me one more first."
"I can't?—"
"You can." I pressed my mouth to her throat, felt her pulse hammering under my lips. "You're gonna be so good for me."
"I hate you," she gasped.
"No you don't."
"I really—" Her whole body shuddered. "I really do?—"
"Liar." I twisted my wrist and she cried out, loud, loud enough that some part of my brain noted the ranch was not that far away and didn't care even slightly. "Come on. Give it to me."
She came apart on my hand—harder this time, longer, her thighs clamping around my wrist and her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to bruise and my name coming out of her over and over, rough and wrecked and nothing like Daphne Wilder.
Just Daniela.
I worked her through it until she went boneless against the counter, breathing in ragged pulls, her forehead dropping to myshoulder. But I wasn’t done. Not even close. My fingers stayed inside her as I reached around with my other hand to unhook her bra, then lowered my head to suck hard on her nipple.
She cried out, this strangled sob. Just…gave it to me. So fucking wet and clenching and…
Giving into it like she had when I scooped her onto Bishop’s back all those months ago. Letting me take care of her.
I pulled my hand free. She whimpered at the loss.
"Off," I said, fingers at the waistband of her jeans.
She lifted her hips and I got them down and off—underwear with them—and she was bare from the waist down and reaching for me again and I stepped back just far enough.
"Sawyer—"
"I know." I pulled my henley over my head. Dropped it. Her eyes went to my chest, my stomach, the medal swinging forward, and I watched her watch me and felt it deep in my gut.
I finally took a second…looked at her. All of her, fucking perfect Daniela Morales, in my trailer again, begging for my cock.
“Come here,” I growled.
She slid off the counter. Stood in front of me…I reached for my belt.
She watched my hands with dark eyes and didn't offer to help this time, just watched. I got my jeans open and pushed everything down, then I just…let her look. A reminder.
