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“I hope this makes him rethink where he’s going to do his next dust bath.”
I scaled the panel and hopped down on the other side. Delaney kept the flashlight, highlighting the way back to the tent. Back to where I’d had her quaking in my arms, ready to come for me between one breath and the next.
Her steps grew slower as we neared the dark outline of the tent. Damn. She was having second thoughts.
“Let me get a bottle of water to wash ourselves off.” Thankfully, no injuries to two-legged animals or four also meant there’d been no blood. Other than the faint smell of horse, we’d gathered nothing but dust.
I snagged a water from the cooler.
Delaney’s boots crunched behind me, but she didn’t approach me. She waited by the camp chair set up outside the tent. “At least we didn’t wake the entire camp.”
There wasn’t much seclusion at this campsite, but we’d gotten to Bolt quickly enough. “Nah. He was more confused and disgruntled than terrified. That might’ve brought some others around.” If horses could get embarrassed, that was more like what Bolt would be feeling. He was probably as relieved as us that he didn’t wake a bunch of strangers.
“I was more confused and disgruntled. Leave it to Bolt to get himself into a pickle like that.”
I chuckled, then hissed as I splashed ice-cold water over my chest and arms.
Delaney snickered, so I flicked the bottle her way. Water sprayed out and hit her. She yelped, then cut off the sound. “Stop it,” she hissed, while trying not to giggle.
“Just helping you rinse off.” I did it again.
“I swear, Archer. I’m going to dump the whole cooler on your head if you don’t stop.”
A cooler of half-melted ice wouldn’t be enough to douse the fire my wife had ignited before Bolt interrupted. I handed the bottle to her and waited for her to rinse her hands off.
She set the bottle down, and by the time she’d straightened, I had stepped closer. “Now where were we?” I murmured.
Darkness cloaked us. The tent blocked us from the rest of the camp, and there was nothing but Badlands pasture at our back.
“Making a bad decision. Maybe we should—”
I claimed her mouth. The cold of my quick wash had faded. The adrenaline of the horse rescue coursed through my veins.
She laid her chilly hands on my chest, and I tensed, but it wasn’t enough to break me away from her.
She pulled back a sufficient amount to whisper against my lips. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. It seems like something a responsible adult would say.”
“I want to taste my wife again. How is that wrong?” I couldn’t make out her features as she stared at me in the dark. I’d kill to see her in the daylight. Shorts. Cowboy boots. Rumpled hair.
I could usher her into the tent, but I guided her to the chair.
“Archer…”
Her hesitance gave me pause. I waited. Was she going to tell me to stop? Would I suffer the worst case of blue balls in male genitalia history? Would this be the time she told me never to touch her again?
She whipped her shirt off. “God, I missed you.”
My grin had to be a mile wide as I swooped her up in my arms and captured her mouth for another kiss. She easily wrapped her legs around my waist; the collar areas of her boots dug into my back, but I didn’t fucking care. I had my wife in my arms.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, too desperate to be suave, but she met me stroke for stroke. I’d have to put her down to fumble with the zipper of the tent door. But there was the chair. And my mouth watered to taste her.
I cautiously set Delaney down in the chair as I dropped to my knees at her feet. Grass tickled my skin and small rocks dug into my kneecaps. Again, I didn’t fucking care.
She might’ve taken her shirt off, but I wasn’t getting too far through that sports bra she wore. If I could see her better, I’d try to get to her pretty pink nipples, suck one into my mouth and enjoy the way she squirmed in my arms.
