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"Mariah."
"What's up?"
Her eyes search mine before I reach up and gently brush away some strands of hair from her cheek, tucking them behind her ear. My touches are light, barely there, but enough to make her shiver and lower her eyelids.
"Clark..." She breathes my name like a prayer and that's all the encouragement I need.
Tilting her chin up slightly, I lean forward and press my lips against hers. It starts soft and explorative, but just like it did last night in the rain, it quickly escalates into anything but gentle.
Her fingers tangle into my hair and pull me closer while mine explore lower down. Tracing imaginary lines along the curve of her hips before drifting up to cup her breasts through her shirt.Her nipples harden under my touch, sending waves of need coursing through me.
My cock throbs with that need, but there's no rushing this. With one hand still kneading her breast, my other slips down to the waistband of her shorts. The heat between her legs is palpable even before I reach inside.
She's wet and ready for me. Her breath hitches when my fingers slide through her slick folds. “Oh God, Clark,” she gasps as I dip a finger inside her. I can't help but moan at how damn good she feels.
Experimenting with different strokes, each one designed to give her pleasurable jolts, I set a steady rhythm that has her writhing against me. When my thumb finds and rubs her clit, her sharp intake of breath tells me I’m hitting all the right places.
Our lips meet again in a searing kiss that swallows our shared moans. Every brush of my fingers against her sensitive core reverberates through our joined mouths until it’s almost unbearable.
She cries out, and I seal my mouth over hers as she comes, drinking in her moans as her hips buck against my hand with wild abandon as she rides out the wave of pleasure I've given her.
"You don't get that too often in the city, either," she whispers, half collapsed against me as I chuckle, then bow my head and kiss her soft and slow.
"Country life may have its perks," I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. "But I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as beautiful as you coming while my fingers are buried inside of you."
Lost in the moment, I pull away slightly to look into her eyes, trying to capture the depths of emotion and connection we've just shared. "You are the most incredible woman I've ever met," I tell her, my voice shaking with a mixture of awe and need.
She smiles, then pulls back from me, and I realize I somehow fucked up. "We should get back," she says, straightening her clothes and hair like she's just woken up from a confusing dream. "I, um, I have to check in with the office."
My heart sinks as she turns away from me, the intensity of our moment now replaced by a distance I can feel in the space between us. It's like the past few hours didn't even happen, and I'm left standing here, aching for more.
"Sure. I'll get Nutmeg."
As we make our way back to her cottage, a silence settles between us, and I replay our encounter over and over again in my mind, wishing I could go back to that last moment and simply fuck her against the nearest tree instead suggesting I saw her as something more.
When we make it through her front gate, I hesitate for a moment, my hand brushing her lower back gently before, without a word, she swings her legs off the saddle and I quickly help her so she doesn't fall when she jumps down.
"Thanks for the ride," she says, rubbing her hands on her sides as she chances a brief looks into my eyes, a quiet war going on somewhere behind hers. "Listen, um, I had to bring a stack of work with me from the office, and I kind of came here planning to spend time with my best friend. So...I..." She looks away and rolls her lips together. I can tell she's lying. "I just don't think I'm going to have any spare time for these...adventures." She rubs her hand on the side of her pants, then holds it out to me like she wants to shake like friends. "Nice meeting you, Clark."
I look at her hand and then back at her before releasing a chuckle. "Yeah. That's not gonna work for me."
Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise before she retracts her hand and her hair behind her ear.
"Excuse me?" she replies, the uncertainty clear in her voice.
"You heard me," I say, my gaze never leaving hers. My heart pounds, but I keep my expression in check. "You don’t get to walk away after what just happened between us. It's not that simple. I need more of you." I punctuate my meaning by lifting the hand that was inside her to my face and inhaling deep with a groan. "Oh, city. I'm so fucking hard for you. There is no way that's all we share."
Her cheeks flush a delicate pink, and she quickly looks down, avoiding my gaze. "Clark, I?—"
"No," I cut her off. "You don't get to decide this on your own. We made a deal. Two weeks together. And I don't know about you city folk, but out here in Cedarwood Valley, our word means somethin'." She gapes at me and I can't help but grin as I tip my hat to her. "See you soon, sweet thing. This ain't anywhere near over."
Letting out a huff, she turns to walk away, stomping toward her front door and not turning back until she's slammed it closed.
As I head home to the sound of hoofbeats echoing against the setting sun, I can't help but replay the exchange in my mind. The way her eyes shone bright as she tried to be strong, the way she pressed her lips as she tried preventing her feelings from spilling out. The way she smelled...
I may not know what it is that makes her so afraid of wanting something more from me, but I'm going to keep showing up, even though she's likely to keep pushing me away. And we're gonna keep on like that until one of us breaks. I can promise you now that it won't be me...
MARIAH
