He chuckled, the sound sending another spark of desire straight to my core. His fingers slid up higher, higher, dangerously close to slipping beneath the fabric of my dress.
“Hux…where…where do I go?”
God, a few simple touches and I couldn’t even talk straight. His touch really was magic, and I was helpless to it.
His tone rang with amusement, and when I glanced his way, a satisfied smirk curved his mouth. “There should be a dead, black tree that’s comin’ up on the left, right next to a gate leading into an open field.” His fingers continued their teasing.
I tried to ignore it as best I could—which was nearly impossible—as I focused on his words. There it was. “Okay, I see it.”
“You’re gonna stop there. I’ll hop out and open the gate for you, then drive on through so I can close it back up.”
I followed his directions, my body all but screaming out for him as he left me alone in the truck. I didn’t have to wait long until he was back, though, picking right back up with where he’d left off, stoking the flames of my lust higher and higher with each teasing touch.
I don’t even know how long it went on like that, but by the time we finally came to a stop in the middle of an open field of mostly golden grass with trees dotting the distant horizon, my body felt like it would spontaneously combust at any minute.
“Here?” I asked, my voice little more than a breathy moan.
His hand finally paused its lazy, teasing pursuit of my inner thigh as he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. It was soft and slow, almost taunting with its gentleness. Which sent a surge of annoyance through me. He’d gotten me all worked up, to the point my body all but vibrated with need, and now he was going to stop?
Nope, I wanted him. Right now. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pressed my lips to his harder.
He chuckled, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Easy, darlin’.”
“Easy? You’re the one over here teasing me this entire drive. I want you. Please.”
The groan that escaped him sent spears of desire straight to my core. “Fuck…I love it when you say please.”
I hummed, capturing his lips with mine. “I know,” I whispered, reaching out to trail my fingers down his chest, along the hard muscled plains of his stomach, before toying at his belt buckle.
His free hand gripped my wrist. “I want you just as bad darlin’, if not more, but I wanna show you this first.”
“Show me what?” Some of the desire stilled in my veins, curiosity replacing it.
“Hop on out and I’ll show ya.”
With a huff, I did as I was told. I hopped out of the truck and made my way to his side. He was rummaging through the back seat for something.
“What are you—” But even before I could finish my question, he took a step back, holding what looked like a couple pillows and a blanket in his arms before he closed the door.
My heart did little somersaults. How had he gotten those in there?
Walker.I remembered how he’d said she had parked the truck by the barn. My heart fluttered wildly in my chest. What else had he secretly planned without me knowing?
“Can I help with anything?” I asked.
“Help me spread this out?”
I did, and he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket once we’d finished. “Hey, Siri,” he said, waiting for the robotic voice to respond. “Play my Country playlist.”
A moment later, some soft music played from his phone as he placed it on the blanket.
Okay, this was seriously the cutest, most romantic thing anyone had done for me. He held a hand out and said, “Come here, darlin’.”
Like I needed to be told twice. I melted into his embrace and we swayed to the beat of the song for a few long moments. How was he this attentive and romantic? All day, he’d gone out of his way to reassure me and make me feel wanted.
“Thank you,” I whispered, pressing my chin to his chest as I looked up at him.
He kissed my forehead. “For what?”
