I wait patiently until he’s standing on my side of the truck. He opens the door.
I unbuckle my seatbelt, grab my handbag and shift on my seat. I ready myself to slide out, but he crowds my space, forcing my legs to straddle his body as he leans into the cab of the truck, his mouth ghosting with mine.
“Well, hello there.” I run a hand against his strong muscular chest.
“Right back at you, doll.”
“How can I help you, handsome?”
I expect a cocky response, but he surprises me.
“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, Carina.”
“You keep saying that.” I brush a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Because I can’t get over it. You keep taking my breath away, but this dress on you…” He gives me a onceover. “I had plans for us this afternoon. I feel for my co-worker––and thank God he’ll be okay––but dammit, the extra hours spent at the ranch robbed me of precious time to enjoy my girlfriend before this evening. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth. “I was kind of looking forward to it as well.”
Rhett pulls his attention away from me and looks around the parking lot.
“It was a good idea at the time, but now I’m second-guessing myself.”
I frown my confusion. “What do you mean?”
“This tour…”
“You don’t want to do this anymore?”
“This night kicks off your birthday weekend celebration, darlin’. I’m not about to take that away from you. That said, I already know I’m going to suffer.”
“You lost me.”
“I was gone for a week, and for the last three days, it’s been all systems go. I had it all planned out, but you know what they say about plans… sometimes they go to shit—like today. I was supposed to get my fill of you, buried balls deep inside your inviting pussy before we left the farmhouse, so I would be able to handle this evening.”
There goes a perfectly good pair of panties.
“We all know how that worked out. Now, I’m forced to walk around all evening with a perpetual hard-on. It’s going to be damn hard to keep my hands off you until we get back to our place.”
He’s been so good since we left the farmhouse. It’s as if he was stockpiling the dirty-talk for when we arrived at our destination.
“You’re a big boy. You can manage.”
“You’re right about that…” His eyes drop to his crotch. “Iama big boy.”
If my body doesn’t react to the sight of his tempting bulge.
“Maybe we can find a quiet place inside the distillery to take care of my problem.”
I swat his arm. “Rhett Sullivan, behave.”
One of us has to be the voice of reason.
“Sounds like you didn’t miss me nearly as much as I missed you.”
“Don’t you go putting words into my mouth,” I say. “I’m just saying, we have to be more careful. We’re both recognizable these days. Your patience will pay off…later.” I flash him a suggestive smile. “Now, be good. There will be no such thing as finding a quiet place for hanky-panky.” I set him straight. “We’regoing to be in a group. The last thing I need is to walk around looking like a hot mess with hair that screams, styled-by-the-just-been-fucked school of hairstyling.”
“Iambeing good.” He moves closer. “If I weren’t, I’d tell you to take off your panties and hand them to me as punishment for that smart-ass response. You know how much you love it when I demand you walk around commando when we go out… our little secret an’ all.”
