?Chapter Six
?Colby
Mornings used to besimple: coffee, feed the animals, and a list of things to fix before noon. But nowadays they’re complicated as hell, thanks to one fiery redhead who seems hell-bent on turning my world inside out.
I can’t stop replaying last night in the barn, and it’s messing me up in ways I haven’t felt in years. Every time I think I’ve got her out of my head, there she is again, strutting through my mind, stirring up thoughts and feelings I have no business thinking or feeling.
I shouldn’t be thinking about her lips and the way they tasted. Or her hips and how perfect they were for my hands. Or the way she moaned and whimpered as I took her apart, piece by piece.
But it’s all I can think about.
Even now, as I’m leaning against the fence, sipping a cup of coffee, and watching her work with Linux, I can’t get my mind out of the damn gutter. All I can see is the curve of her ass, the bounce of her tits, and the flush of her cheeks.
I’ve got it bad.
It’s ridiculous, really. She’s half my age, and a kid compared to me, but she’s so damn beautiful and sexy and passionate. She’s not just a pretty face, and maybe that’s what’s got me so tied up. She’s got grit and fire.
And, dammit, she’s got a mouth on her.
A mouth I can’t stop thinking about.
I can still taste her on my tongue, and the memory has my cock rock-hard. It’s like she’s taken over every cell in my body, and there’s no getting her out.
Not that I want her out.
Fuck.
What is wrong with me?
I rake a hand through my hair and sigh. I don’t know what the hell is happening. Maybe I’m going soft in my old age. Or maybe it’s just because it’s been so damn long since I’ve had a woman.
Whatever the reason, I’ve got a problem.
And that problem is named River.
Just as I’m about to turn around and force myself to go back inside the house, a red pickup truck pulls up the drive and kicks up a cloud of dust.
I watch as it pulls to a stop and an older man hops out, then walks over to the fence and gives a friendly wave.
“Colby Burke,” the man says, smiling and stretching his hand out for me to take.
