And I don’t want to stop.
His tongue slides along mine, the sensation increasing my need. A whimper escapes me, and I feel him smirk.
A shiver races up my spine, and he pulls back.
“Cold?” he asks.
“A little,” I admit breathlessly.
Santiago wraps an arm around my waist, moving me to the side so he can open the door. “Get in,” he directs with a nod of his head.
The man has literally kissed me speechless, so all I can do is step up and place my ass in the seat. He reaches in over me, fastening my seat belt—something I could easily do myself, but again, I’m fucking speechless.
“Get ready,mi Cielo. When we get to my house, I’m not holding back. You’re going to find out exactly the type ofvaqueroI am.” He steps back, shutting the door and moving to the driver’s side.
Fuck.
My pussy is practically doing the jig, but my heart is frozen. I didn’t think far enough ahead.
What if he regrets this tomorrow?
I won’t, but if he does, I won’t survive the heartache.
CHAPTER 8
SANTIAGO
When I saw Blake talking to Grant Calloway at Timberline, I just about ripped him limb from limb. There are only two men that I’m okay with Blake talking to, and Grant isn’t one of them.
He finally felt my stare, and when he looked at me, I let my face do the talking. And my face said that I’d burn his body and bury the corpse if he didn’t walk away right then.
Wisely, he left.
I was going to leave Blake alone, give her some space. But then, of their own accord, my feet took me right to her. I didn’t think it’d lead to this. I mean, there’s always hoping, but hope doesn’t mean it’ll happen.
As I drive down the dark road toward Falling Sky, I send up a silent thank you to my lucky stars.
Evergreen Falls is nearly asleep. Warm porch lights glow from scattered homes, and smoke curls from chimneys into the ink-black sky. Fresh snow blankets the pastures on either side of the road, reflecting just enough moonlight to make the landscape shimmer. The only sounds are the steady hum of my truck and the occasional crunch of tires over packed snow.
As my house comes into view, the porch lights burn amber against the dark night, reflecting off the snow. The house doesn’t look the same way it did when I was a kid because of the remodel I did when I took over the ranch after my father. But it’s still the place I lay my head every night.
It’s home.
She watches the ranches roll past with the kind of quiet wonder that tells me she’s imagining what it’s like to live here.
I don’t usually bring women here. This is my space.
But it feels right to bring Blake.
Somewhere along the drive, she gave me my hat back.
She tucks a loose strand of dark hair behind one ear before settling deeper into the passenger seat. Her oversized olive-green cardigan nearly swallows her, falling open just enough to reveal a cream knit sweater beneath it. A long pendant necklace rests against the fabric, swaying gently every time we hit a bump in the road.
When I park my truck in the driveway on the side of the house, Blake’s hand lands on my thigh, and my skin burns with desire at her touch.
My cock hardens in my jeans, ready to explode.
Just one simple touch, and I’m on the verge of coming in my pants.
