I break the kiss just long enough to tug her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Underneath, that red bra hugs her full breasts, the lace edging teasing the swell of her cleavage.
“I love your lunch breaks, but maybe negotiate for longer ones.”
She giggles. “Blame Old Roy.”
My hands roam immediately, thumbs brushing over the fabric, feeling her nipples harden beneath. She arches into my touch, a soft whimper escaping her throat.
“I’d say that’s a decent excuse.” My fingers travel over her freckled skin. My throat goes dry.So fucking pretty.“But I’m still charging you a late fee.”
Her smile fades into a shiver of laughter as my hand traces her ribs. “Oh yeah? How much?”
“Depends on how fast I get paid, Sedona,” I murmur, voice rough with want. “You have nofuckingidea what you do to me.”
Her fingers fumble with the buttons of my flannel, popping them open one by one until she can shove it off my shoulders. It pools on the floor, and she’s on me again, palms flat against my chest, tracing the lines of muscle down to the ridges of my abs.
The Alpha in me wants to pull her close and keep her there. The man in me just wants another kiss.
“Did you wait long?” she asks, her eyes watching me.
“No. But I had to bribe Joey and Tex to take the cattle to the dip for me.”
“Bribe them with what?”
“I’m cleaning out the stables all weekend.”
She smirks. “You should have asked Seth. He would have done it for you.”
“Seth had to go to the bank today. It’s Thursday, remember?”
“Damn! I guess I reallydoowe you then.”
“You do. And you really ought to give me a spare key,” I murmur, brushing my lips along the curve of her neck. “What if I fall off that window one day? What’ll people say then?”
She gives a soft laugh, already working at my belt buckle. “You care too much what people say,” she breathes, her mouth brushing my jaw.
Maybe she’s right. But I can’t say it when her fingers slide under the waistband of my jeans. I kiss her instead, deep and slow, and we stumble backward into her room.
“I’ll be fast,” I mutter against her lips.
“Don’t you dare,” she says, her tongue teasing the hollow of my throat. “There are sandwiches in the kitchen. Take your time.”
I reach for the zipper of her jeans, yanking it down with a sharp rasp.
She kicks off her boots as I work the denim down her hips, exposing the matching red panties that cling to her curves. The fabric is already damp at the crotch, her arousal scent blooming stronger now, making my mouth water.
I drop to my knees, helping her step out of the jeans, my hands sliding up her calves, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. Her skin is flushed and warm under my palms.
I rise slowly, kissing a trail up her thigh as I go, nipping at the sensitive inner skin. She shivers, hands gripping my shoulders for balance. At her waist, I pause, fingers dipping under the elastic of her panties.
“These are coming off,” I say, low and commanding. “I need to see all of you.”
She nods, breathless, as I peel the lace down. Inch by inch, I reveal her—the soft mound of her pubic hair, trimmed neat, then the glistening folds of her cunt, already swollen and slick with her heat.
The panties slide past her thighs, calves, and I ball them up, inhaling her scent deeply before discarding them. She’s standing there in just the bra now, vulnerable and beautiful, her body trembling with anticipation.
My hands are on her again, one cupping her ass, squeezing the firm globe, the other trailing up her stomach to the clasp of her bra.
I unhook it with a flick, letting the straps fall. She shrugs it off, breasts spilling free—full and heavy, nipples peaked and begging for attention.
