“Tell me to stop then, baby,” I whisper, lips brushing her neck, inhaling hard, imprinting her and this moment into my senses. “Swear to God, I didn’t drag you to my horse for this, Georgia, but Christ.” I groan. “You in my arms,fucking hell, you fit perfect against me.”
“I…know…it’s so annoying.” A throaty, quiet moan has her head shaking back and forth. “I…oh fuck.What is happening right now?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes…no…I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to know a damn thing right now. Just have to let go.”
Her head bobs as she chokes, “Just let go. I can do that.”
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur, wondering when that name started feeling so easy for a woman I claim to hate. “You can.”
I rock against her ass, and her nails dig into me as she moves with me, creating a steady rhythm that quickly has me losing all sense of right and wrong. My lips ghost the side of her throat, pressing soft, teasing kisses. I scrape my teeth down her pulse, feeling the way it bounces under my lips, and she shivers.
“Shaking already? We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
My fingers dip another millimeter, meeting bare, warm flesh and promises of ecstasy. Her head shakes back and forth with a restless, needy exhale.
“Kade…”
“Getting mighty damn addicted to you saying my name like that,” I say against her skin. She’s so soft. So sweet.
“Kade, I can’t..”
Another inch, and holy hell, she’srightthere, and my mind is a thousand miles away, and yet rooted deep in all that isher.
“We have to stop.”
“I know…” I freeze. “Wait, what?”
Her hand falls away as she exhales hard, turning slowly to face me, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, hair a wild mess of drenched, muddy curls slipping from her braid—she’s never looked prettier.
But the seriousness and disappointment in her eyes, has me slipping my hand from her jeans and my throat constricting.
“Sorry,” she breathes. “For the whiplash. I got carried away.”
“Wegot carried away.” Brushing a stray curl from her jaw, I nod, smiling softly. “This ain’t our moment, freckles. If it’s meant to be, we’ll know it when it comes.”
She bites her lip hard, face tight. “It would be so easy to fall for you, Kade Archer, but I’m not the kind of girl who hooks up on the back of a horse with guys who aren’t…”
When she doesn’t finish, I tilt my head and squeeze her hand. “Aren’t what, darlin’?”
A breathe, and then… “Mine.”
The word is so simple, and yet I’ve never hated four letters so much.
And I hate them, because she’s right.
I don’t know what the hell we’re doing, or what I want, what she wants, but my hand down her pants before I’ve even tasted her sweet mouth ain’t it. Georgia Walker isn’t an easy lay, or a quick fuck from a few towns over. She’s not a dirty secret to hide for a few stolen moments in a mud-filled pasture.
She’s more. So damn much more.
A single lash slips down her cheek when she blinks, catching in the curve just above her smile. Without thinking, I reach up and catch it before the wind can steal it away.
She jerks, breath catching as her cheeks flush pink. “Mud?”
I hold the lash between my fingers. Her words about wishes are still fresh in my mind, sticky like honey I can’t shake loose. And maybe I’m desperate to bring back her smile from a few minutes ago.
