Page 70 of Indigo Ridge (The Edens 1)

“Later,” I murmured, letting her control this kiss.

Yes, I was busy. But somehow there always seemed time for this.

Her tongue dragged across my lower lip. Her taste, infused with coffee, broke on my tongue when she slid hers past my teeth.

My hands left her legs to unfasten my jeans. Then I pushed her panties to the side and drove into her tight body. “So. Damn. Good.”

Winn wrapped her arms around my shoulders and raised her legs, her heels digging into the small of my back. She clung to me as I drove into her again, skin slapping skin the only sound other than our ragged breaths.

We went for it. Hard. Whenever I thought to ease up, her heels would dig in deep

er, urging me on. A whimper escaped her lips before her inner walls fluttered. Then she came on a cry, pulse after pulse, her orgasm triggering my own, and we flew over the edge together.

I held her in my arms as the rush subsided, my nose buried in her hair. Her scent clung to my skin, and for a moment, I forgot what life had been like before this.

The sex. The heat. The woman.

Maybe we did need a limit. Every time we were together, I wanted two more. And one day, I was going to have to cut this off. Before feelings got tangled and we had a mess to unravel.

Maybe it was too late to avoid the mess.

I pulled free and tucked myself away, and this time when I met her brilliant blue eyes, I didn’t let myself lean in to kiss her goodbye. “Tonight.”

“Bye.” She shoved a lock of hair out of her face as she hopped off the counter.

I showed myself out of the house and the cool morning air felt crisp against my overheated skin. The drive home was quiet, the streets mostly deserted at this early hour. But when I got to the ranch, there was a bustle of activity waiting.

Five vehicles were parked in front of my house. Four belonged to hired men. One was my mother’s Cadillac.

I parked and hustled to the front door. The smell of coffee greeted me from inside, and I followed my nose to the kitchen, where Mom was staring out the window that overlooked the backyard.

“Morning, Mom.” I put my arm around her for a sideways hug.

“You smell like a woman.”

“Because I was with a woman.”

She sighed. “From what your father says, Winslow Covington is a good cop and is good for Quincy.”

“I would agree.” I let Mom go and moved to the cupboard to pull out my own coffee mug and fill it from the pot.

“Are you—” She held up a hand before she could finish her question. “Actually, never mind. I don’t really want to know. I promised myself when you kids graduated from high school that I’d stay out of your love lives. And frankly, I prefer it that way.”

I chuckled. “What are you up to today?”

“Hiding.”

“From?”

“Your father. He’s mad at me.” She blew out a deep breath. “We got into a fight about Briggs.”

“Uh-oh. What happened?”

“I went up to the cabin yesterday afternoon. I made a couple of pies and thought he’d like one. Griffin . . .” She shook her head. “When you told us about him, I believed you, but I didn’t think it had gotten that bad. I knocked on his door and he had no clue who I was. Not a damn clue.”

“Shit. Sorry, Mom.”

She sniffled and dabbed at the corner of her eye. “He’s my brother too. Has been since I married your father. Seeing him like that is heartbreaking.”