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I sigh and roll my eyes to hold back tears. "Fine. If I admit this is more than a booty call, will you fuck me already?"
He shakes his head, but his eyes are twinkling, and his smile is sexy as hell. "I will not. But I will make love to you."
"I'll take what I can get at this point."
"On one condition," he says. "Go to dinner with me tomorrow night."
There really is no getting out of this, and I'm no longer sure I want to. "Fine. I'll go out to dinner with you."
He doesn't cheer or even smile. His expression sobers and heats as he takes in my face and my messy hair. "Thank you, baby."
Never in my life have I felt so cherished. I close my eyes, but still a tear slips down my cheek.
"Look at me," he says. "Don't take your eyes off me."
"Bossy." But I open my eyes and I look at him. I don't hide my vulnerability or my fear and, when he kisses me and moves inside me, I kiss him back with everything I have.
If I'm going to make this mistake, I'm going to go all in and enjoy every moment.
The sex is languid, sensation building slow and sweet, and I don't look away. He presses warms kisses to my neck as he moves inside me and says my name over and over like a prayer or a promise.
My orgasm takes me by surprise and washes over me like a sunrise, painting my body in pinks and blues and purples.
"Open your eyes," Grant says as the orgasm subsides. He's still moving inside me, keeping up the same languorous rhythm as though he's trying to feel every contraction and aftershock of my pleasure, as though he's barely hanging on.
I open my eyes and watch as he reaches his own climax, his head tipped back, his throat exposed, as he groans out his pleasure and my name.
I come again, just watching him, and he smiles down at me, sleepy and sated. He pulls out, takes care of the condom, and then lays back down. He pulls me on top of him and wraps his arms tight around me.
He presses a kiss to my temple, and we fall back into a restless sleep. My body wants to rise and get moving, because that's what I usually do. I should get back to the house and relieve Honey from Skidmark duty and help Clover feed the cows and pigs. But I can't make myself move.
Skidmark needs to learn independence from me and Honey has become, in the last few days, his second favorite person as she and I have talked about how we'll share the duties of running a sanctuary farm.
I can take a few more moments for myself. I can rest and enjoy the feel of a man's arms around me, just for a little longer.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Dani
The buzzing of a phone wakes me the second time. This time, I'm alone. The tent is empty and I vaguely remember Grant saying something about going for a run or looking for something.
Blindly, I grab the phone, my heart pounding with fear. Has something happened to Skidmark? Mari?
I blink up at the phone. It won't open to my fingerprint, but there's a new notification on the screen. An email notification with the subject line: Background report for Dandelion Greens Weston.
My blood goes cold and I throw the phone across the tent as though that can somehow make me forget what I just saw.
I sit up and pull the sleeping bag tight around me as I scramble for my clothes.
Idiot. I am such a fucking idiot.
I know exactly what Grant thinks of me, how little he trusts that I'm a good person and still I…
I swipe at my cheeks and find them wet with tears.
Damn it.
Against my better judgment, I was letting myself like him. At the very least, I trusted him not to stab me in the back.
