The faintest little breaths. Trying so hard to be quiet and failing because her heart's beating too fast.
I grin behind the bandana. Keep my feet silent on the dirt floor so I can close the distance.
And in one move, I slam the top bale off the stack. It crashes onto the floor in an explosion of dust and loose hay.
She yelps.
I chuckle, but then she's out. Scrambling off the bales, ducking under my arm, racing past me so fast her hair whips across my face. She catches me completely off guard.
She heads for the door. I sprint after her. She only just makes it out into the open air when I grab her waist, plant my feet, and throw us both backward, taking the impact as I land on my back. She lands on top of me. The impact knocks the air from both of us, and for a second, we're just a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing.
I don't waste a second. I roll us over, caging her in, my forearms on either side of her head, my knee between her thighs, kicking her legs open.
"Fuck, this is hot," she pants, already tearing at my T-shirt, dragging it up my chest and over my head. Her nails graze my skin on the way down, and she pulls me closer by my belt.
I look down at her. Pinned beneath me, hay in her hair, chest heaving, eyes wild and dark and absolutely fucking fearless. Her mouth curves as she grins up at me.
"Caught you," I murmur, pulling the bandana down around my neck.
"Took you long enough," she whispers back.
I lower my mouth to hers. Slow this time. Tasting her. Savoring her. Because the chase is over and the catching is the reward, and I'm going to take my time with every second of it.
My lips trail down her jaw. Her neck. The hollow of her throat where her pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it against my tongue. She arches into me, her fingers raking through my hair, gripping, pulling.
"Ace," she breathes. "Please."
That word.Please.On her lips. In that voice. Wrecked and desperate and all fuckin’ mine.
I've never denied this woman anything. I'm not about to start now.
My hand slides down her side, over her hip, and I lift her skirt. My fingers run over her black lace panties.
"Is this what you want?"
She nods frantically.
I lean in, running my lips along her cheek. My fingers dip under her panties, but I don't touch her where she needs it yet.
She's already squirming under me.
"I'm going to eat you out until you're screaming this damn barn down. I ain't stopping until you're shaking. And once I'm done with that—" I sink two fingers inside her.
She moans my name against my cheek, and I nearly explode.
"I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy. Choke you. Pull your hair. Just like you always needed, Goldie."
Two more pumps of my fingers and her back arches. She's dripping all over my palm, and I grin.
I've still got it. Even after all this time. I was made to pleasure one woman, and one woman only.
"Ace, I-I'm gonna come," she whimpers.
She almost sounds shocked.
"You missed me, huh? No one else can get you going like I can, can they?"
She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut.
