I nod, tears slipping free. “Yes.”
His mouth meets mine, warm and achingly gentle, and my whole body exhales like it’s been holding its breath for years.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Dallas
February 3rd
I kiss her.
I kiss her with the kind of hunger that leaves no room for misunderstanding.
She melts for a second.
Just one.
Then she bites my bottom lip like she’s claiming territory and drags me with her, stumbling us backward until my knees hit the couch and she lands beneath me with a soft, surprised gasp.
Her legs spread for me instinctively.
I wedge a thigh between hers and press up, grinding her down against me, pinning her there like I’ve been waiting all night to finally let go.
She cries out, loud and raw.
“Keep making noises like that,” I growl into her mouth, “and the whole damn ranch is going to know exactly what I’m doing to you in here.”
She grabs my face with both hands.
“Then be quiet,” she whispers, breath hot and shaking. “Or don’t. I don’t care.”
Oh, help me.
My hand slides down her stomach, not wasting time with anything gentle.
Not tonight.
Not after the way she’s been unraveling me since the second we walked through the door.
Her hips jerk when my fingers find her. Hot and slick and so fucking ready.
I groan against her throat, the sound buried in her skin.
“Faith.”
“Dallas, please…”
She doesn’t know what that does to me.
Or maybe she does. Maybe she learned exactly how to ruin me, and now she’s using it like a weapon.
I stroke her slow at first, just to feel her go soft and desperate under me.
Her breath stutters, thighs tightening around my hand. Her back arches off the cushions like she’s offering herself to something bigger than both of us.
I bite her shoulder—a warning that I’m a second from losing the little restraint I have left.
“You have any idea,” I grind out, fingers moving faster now, deeper, “how hard it was to keep my hands off you tonight?”
