Page 77 of Thaw My Heart

“I don’t believe I said I would. I said that I’d try.”

He frowns. “Stop being a pain in the ass and follow me.”

I sigh, trailing behind him. Uncertainty flutters in my chest like butterfly wings as we head into the main barn and upstairs to the loft.

Wait, there’s… a loft?

Well, this seems like the perfect place to tell me he’s not interested in me anymore. Dark and dusty, with no one around to bear witness to my tears. Except for random bales of hay stacked around in the corners.

Maybe I don’t know what I want this to be, but I don’t want this to end.

Not yet.

“Kit—” I start to say, but then his lips crush mine, stopping my words.

He threads his hands through my hair, pulling me closer, angling his mouth with intensity. His lips are like a brand against mine. Hot and filled with need. I moan as all my defenses fade and my arms wrap around his neck, curving my body into his. His fingers move to the waistline of my jeans, and I pull back.

He freezes with panic in his eyes, looking like he’s done something wrong. “Sadie, I’m sorry.”

“So, you like me?” I grin.

He sighs with relief.

Like I would ever tell him to stop.

“This is not the time to run your mouth.” He pulls my mouth to his, kissing me harder, sliding his warm hands to my ass. My body presses into him, and a shiver rolls through me when I feel how big and hard he is.

You’ll choke on it, Tequila.

And I think I probably would.

He moves his hands to my waistband once more, unzipping my jeans in one smooth motion. “Tell me to stop,” his voice is thick and gravelly with want, searching my eyes.

But there is zero chance I’m going to say that. “Don’t stop.”

He smiles, pushing aside my lacy underwear. Running his calloused hand over my pussy, already wet and ready for him. A ragged moan releases from me.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans. “Is this all for me?”

Heat floods through me at his words, painting my face in the brightest shade of red. “Yes,” I murmur.

“Good,” he grins. He kisses me while his hand moves slowly between my legs. As if he has all day to touch me, to savor this hot and hungry moment between us.

My nails dig into his broad shoulders, and I arch my back into his touch, aching for him to put his fingers inside me. To give me the friction I need. “Kit,” I cry out, and he smiles at the sound of his name.

“So, it’s Kit when I touch you,” he teases, moving his fingers closer, but he’s all tease and play. Eyes glimmering in what little light escapes through the timber walls.

I’ll call him whatever he wants so long as he keeps going.

“I would’ve brought you up here a long time ago if I’d known you wanted me this much.”

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t been such an ass.”

He laughs against my neck, playing with my clit. “I don’t think it would’ve been this perfect any other way.” He pinches me between his fingers, and I sharply inhale.

His breath is hot against my skin, and I’ve lost all my inhibitions. I want him here and now, but he seems content to watch me squirm. “Please, Kit,” I beg, sliding against his hand, his steady hold on everything that wants to shatter. “Stop teasing me.”

“Kit!” A man’s voice calls for him, echoing through the barn.