I kissed her instead of answering.
She made a small sound and grabbed my jacket, then I was walking her backward into the tack room—kicking the door shut,pushing my tongue past her lips, swallowing her moans. The lights were low, just a hint of sunset filting through the rafters, the smell of leather and hay all around us.
I stopped thinking about Dakota in the stable or Gage and MIllie in the house or Forrest in the cottage.
Stopped thinking about anything but us.
I turned her to face the saddle rack and she went easy, hands finding the worn wood as I pressed up against her back. My lips found her neck and she shivered with her whole body, fingers so tight on the saddle rack that her knuckles went white.
“You’re in trouble,” I murmured against her skin.
“I know,” she gasped—still not sorry at all.
I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans. Haven sucked in a breath as my hand slid underneath them, under her panties, finding her clit swollen and her pussy soaked. I groaned, rocking my hips against her so she could feel me—how hard I already was, how bad I wanted her.
“You’rereallyin trouble,” I chuckled.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she rushed out. “All day. Wanting this—ohgod?—”
I pressed two fingers inside her and she held on tight to the saddle rack as I worked her, her hips rocking against my hands. My fingers curled and she gasped, and I kept my pace slow and steady, working her until her thighs were shaking and her breath was coming in sharp little bursts.
Close—she was close.
I pulled my fingers out.
She groaned in frustrated and looked over her shoulder at me. Her hazel eyes had gone dark and desperate and gorgeous, a little angry. I loved that fucking look on her.
“That’s for the oops,” I said.
"Wyatt—"
I pressed back in and she dropped her head and I worked her right back up to the edge and stopped again and she smacked the saddle rack with her palm.
"You're the worst," she breathed.
"You showed up forty minutes early."
"I will leave?—"
"No you won't."
She laughed despite herself, frustrated and breathless, and I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and felt her shiver.
Third time I brought her to the edge she grabbed my wrist.
"Please," she said. Low. Serious now. "I want you. Please, just—I want to feel you. Ineed youinside me.”
I slowed my fingers…kept working her, just a little, couldn’t stop.
“I don’t have a condom out here,” I murmured.
“It’s fine,” she said. “Just…just pull out. Just pull out and?—”
She paused, a blush painting her cheeks.
I caught her chin. “And what, Haven?”
She bit her lip. “Just…just come on me.”
