It only fuels me.
“Catch me if you can, cowboy!” I scream, leaning out the window to wave before I whip the wheel and send the truck flying in another wide arc.
The horn blares as I slam it for good measure, laughing until tears streak my face, the world spinning in dust and adrenaline.
His truck screeches to a stop in the middle of the pasture, dust rolling past the windshield in thick waves. My heart is hammering, adrenaline surging, laughter bubbling out of me so loud it echoes.
I turn around to see him making his way to me, closing the distance.
Carter is storming across the field in long strides, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing. He looks like the devil himself, impatient and seconds away from yanking me out of the cab by my hair.
Which, obviously, only makes me worse.
I fling the door open and leap down, my boots hitting the dirt. Heart pounding, I don’t run away from him; instead, I turn in the opposite direction, sprinting across the pasture with my hair streaming behind me.
“CATALINA!” he bellows, voice booming.
I look over my shoulder, smirking. “COME GET ME, BABY!”
Because I’m dramatic, horny, and absolutely unhinged, I strip.
First, I pull the tank top over my head and toss it into the air like confetti. Then I kick off my shorts while still running, laughing hysterically as they land somewhere in the grass. My bra comes off next, unclipped on the fly and thrown behind me.
I reach the hay bales, down to nothing but my panties, dust sticking to my sweaty skin, my chest rising and falling. I spin around, hands on my hips, grinning like the feral menace I am.
Carter stands ten feet away, frozen, fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving rapidly. His eyes scorchingly sweep over mybody, and the growl that escapes his throat causes my stomach to churn.
“Jesus Christ, Catalina,” he snarls, taking a step forward, “you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
I smirk, backing up onto the hay bale. “Or maybe I just wanted an audience.” I tug at the waistband of my panties, teasing. “Tell me to calm down again, and I’ll take these off, too.”
His blue eyes darken, wild, dangerous, locked on me like prey.
Come here, baby.
I take off again, barefoot now, dust sticking to my skin, laughter ripping out of me as I sprint across the pasture in nothing but panties. The sun beats down, my lungs burn, but the rush of it makes me feel unstoppable.
“CATALINA!”
I glance over my shoulder; he’s closing in fast. His long legs cover the ground quickly, chest heaving, sweat sparkling on his tattooed arms. His jaw is clenched, his eyes locked onto me like I’m prey he’s about to catch.
I shriek, laughing harder, and push myself faster.
For a second, I might outrun him.
But then he’s there.
His strong arm hooks around my waist, yanking me off balance, and I crash against his chest with a squeal. We tumble into the grass, his body pinning mine down, as dust puffs up around us.
“Got you,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear.
I’m panting, writhing, still laughing even as he traps me in the dirt. “Let me go!”
“No.” His mouth crashes onto mine, his tongue sweeping in deep.
I moan into him, grinding up against the hard line of his cock straining through his jeans, desperate for more.
“Fuck, Carter,” I gasp when he tears his mouth away, his lips trailing down my neck, biting, sucking until I know he’s leaving marks.
