His eyes flick to mine, filled with something that could undo me if I stare too long.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I made it knowing exactly who would wear it.”
I smile in response, gazing up at him.
He pulls back, eyeing my backpack. “Just a backpack, sunshine? You’ll be here for seven days.”
I tug on the straps, smiling to myself. “I was so excited to get here, I just threw whatever in there, wanted to pack light.”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
My eyes flutter shut with the contact. His motorcycle engine idles in the distance.
Pulling back again, he offers me his free hand. “Come on,” he says softly. “Let’s get you out of here.”
reed
. . .
How am I supposed to handle seven days alone with her if I’m already losing my edge after just one night?
I’m finishing up closing the bar, and she’s here, driving me wild.
She laughs, making my situation worse, as she straddles the mechanical bull.
“I’ve never actually been on one of these,” she says as her fingers curl into the leather strap.
God help me.
I switch the control to its easiest setting, but my pulse still races when the machine moves under her. She sinks deeper into the seat, the movement pulling her dress higher on her thighs. My throat tightens.
“You’re supposed to hold on,” I murmur, stepping closer than I should.
“Maybe I want to fall.”
Fuck.
I place my hand over hers, steadying her grip on the strap. My other hand hovers near the small of her back, butdoesn’t quite touch.
“You fall,” I tell her, gently caressing her fingers with my thumb. “I’ll catch you.”
She bites her lip like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
The bull rocks again, and she rolls her hips to match the movement, an involuntary sound slipping from her throat.
It’s quiet, but it wrecks me.
My cock hardens under my jeans, pressing against the zipper.
“Like that?” I manage to ask.
She nods, her breath shallow, and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink.
“Faster.”
I increase the speed slightly, and her body moves with the rhythm as her thighs flex, her dress slipping dangerously high, revealing more of her ivory skin.
She’s clutching the strap with one hand now, as the other rests on my shoulder to steady herself.
