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“Oh, I’ll be a pain in your ass, all right.” She shoved her hands into his jeans and grabbed his ass, her little nails digging into his flesh. He hissed and fucking loved it. He’d never met a more intense woman in his life. He wanted to toss her between orgasms until they were both out of breath and couldn’t walk.
Intending to deliver on that idea, he hooked his fingers and rubbed the sensitive spot inside that made her go wild. She cried out. “Jesus, darlin’,” he groaned. “You’re soaking for me.”
She frantically nodded and rocked against him, her body telling Tripp exactly what he needed to know. She wanted more, and he wanted to give it to her. Using his free hand, he set about unsnapping his belt buckle, aiming to give her a lot more. But then she tensed. She was close. So close, she was gasping trying to control it.
“Don’t you dare try to deny me,” he warned. “I’ve earned this, and you’re going to give it to me.” He abandoned his buckle and added another finger, pumping into her faster. She gasped his name. “That’s a girl. Give it up. You’re right there, I can feel you.”
“Oh God…” She clung to his ass, digging her nails in, he expected blood.
He surged his fingers deep and used his thumb to stroke her clit at the same time.
She fell apart, writhing and shuddering and crying out his name through her pleasure. Pleasure Tripp felt honored to give her. He wanted her never to forget that he was the one making her come. It was his name on her lips, damn it, and he wasn’t ready for her to be done yet.
He crushed his mouth against hers and kept right on fucking her with his fingers. Her writhing turned to thrashing. Over and over her sexy body shuddered and melted for him, her little sheath squeezing the life out of his fingers. Only when her sweet voice turned ragged did he finally let her come down.
He brought her down slowly, kissing her, gentling his fingers, until slowly pulling away. He wanted her so much. Not just because he was hard as a fucking rock in his jeans, but because when she opened her eyes and gazed up at him, he felt seen. Like she knew what he was, with his flaws and how badly he irritated her, and yet she was still there.
He was the one who wanted more now. He brought the fingers he’d just used on her and tasted them. Damn, the woman was delicious.
She blinked several times, and Tripp waited for what he was dying to hear. That she wanted him. Wanted to take this to the next level. That she wasn’t going to be difficult anymore so maybe they could figure out a way to—
“Tripp?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes?” His lips pulled into a smirk. Here it comes…
“I need to borrow your tractor.”
His mouth dropped open. “What?”
She adjusted her dress and smiled as if he hadn’t just made her come hard and long in under two minutes flat.
“You mentioned being neighborly,” she said with a coy smile. “Well, I appreciate that, and I’ll see you in a few days to harvest the pears.”
He couldn’t find the words to say anything, because all the blood was in his dick. He couldn’t fucking think, and all he could smell was her. She was going to ditch him with a hard-on and the reminder that he’d just been inside her…sort of?
Yep, she was. With one last smile, she got into her car and drove away.
Tripp kicked the dirt and scowled at her disappearing car. He knew staying away from this woman was the best idea—knew it and disregarded it. He was going to have her.
He had to have her.
Chapter Six
Charlotte feverishly typed on her laptop, pausing just long enough to take a sip of coffee and blink the sting from staring at the computer screen out of her retinas.
Late nights and super-early mornings were the only time she’d been able to put work in on the website she was building for her one—and currently only—client. Not like she was sleeping much anyway. Not with her mind and blood pumping a million miles a frickin’ millisecond since meeting Tripp Montgomery. Her skin had been buzzing nonstop for days.
And now she had a pear-picking date with the man.
Not date. More like a meet-up and exchange of services, which didn’t sound much better. Either way, she’d done her best avoiding Tripp for the better part of a week, and now she needed to harvest.
Princess Peanut Butter trotted over and put her head on Charlotte’s lap. It was like the dog knew when she needed some girl power and support. Maybe even a swift kick in the ass.
“I know, I know, I’m putting it away,” Charlotte said to her. Those big blue husky eyes looked up at her like she didn’t believe her for a second. “Don’t look at me like that. I had to get work done.”
The dog huffed out a breath, calling her bullshit.
“I am not avoiding Tripp,” Charlotte said.
