His gaze drops pointedly to where my thighs are pressed together. “Unless there’s another feisty redhead in here who’s been squirming since I started working.”
Heat rushes up my neck. “I think you’re seeing things.”
I definitelyhaven’t spent the past hour since the shop closed lounging on the couch, watching him move furniture. And Imostdefinitely haven’t been picturing myself pinned against the nearest wall with my wrists held above my head as he slammedinto me from behind, his thick cock stretching open my slick walls with every punishing stroke.
Even if I had, I was absolutelynotgetting wet from the sight of his sweat-slicked muscles flexing each time he lifted another box.
I’d asked him to move the bookshelf again just so I could keep feeding my filthy little fantasy. An image of his palm coming down hard on my exposed ass as he rails into me, turning it cherry red, has me clenching my thighs together again.
Heath’s head snaps up from where he’s just finished pushing the bookshelf into the far corner.
“There you go again clenching those pretty little thighs.” His voice comes out in a deep rumble.
I clear my throat and sit up straighter. “Someonedefinitely needs to get his eyesight checked, old man.”
He levels me with a wolfish grin. “Careful, hellcat. Keep taunting me and I’ll be tempted to toss you over my shoulder and take you upstairs to show you exactly how much stamina this ‘old man’ has.”
I bite down on my lip, failing to hide the shiver that runs through me.
Heath stalks toward me, his heavy boots echoing across the wooden floor. My breath catches as he slowly sinks down onto his knees in front of me, my legs parting of their own accord to make room for him.
I’m so turned on I might combust.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
Heath cups my face with his hand, resting the other on my thigh. “Remember what I told you earlier?”
He nips the shell of my ear, then trails his mouth along my jaw.
“I’m here to take care of you.”
His mouth finds the corner of mine.
“To serve you.”
He hovers there, lips softly brushing against mine.
“And to cherish you.”
I gasp when his hand slides farther up my thigh, and I nearly forget how to breathe.
“All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll give you what you need.” His palm drifts higher, stopping just short of where I want him most.
It feels like I’m floating, watching from above as my sinfully hot husband toys with me mercilessly while I remain fully clothed and throbbing with unbearable lust.
Heath has shown incredible restraint, giving me the space to navigate this on my own terms and never pushing me beyond my comfort zone. He’s teased and taunted me like we always do, but he knows exactly when to ease off.
This afternoon the last of my defenses finally crumbled as I watched him patiently rearranging furniture, never once complaining when I made him move each piece multiple times until I was satisfied. He did it solely to make my life easier, despite his long day at the ranch and with zero expectation of anything in return. It’s one of the countless ways he shows how much he cares—every declaration backed up by consistent, thoughtful actions.
It doesn’t mean he won’t eventually come to his senses, but why shouldn’t I enjoyallthe benefits of being his wife while it lasts? After all, he’s the reason I’m so damn horny in the first place.
“What do you say?” Heath murmurs. “You ready to stop fighting me, sweetheart?”
I raise my eyes to his hopeful ones.
“Yeah, I am,” I state confidently.
“I know you’re still not sure if—” He trails off, looking adorably stunned. “Wait… did you say yes?”
