“What if I’d left?”
“I wasn’t worried. You’re basically stalking me,” he tells me. But then he lifts his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I would have come after you.”
My heart suddenly flips over and starts beating harder. “You would have?”
“Yeah. I went to a lot of work, and I’m not going to sit out in my backyard by myself.”
“You went to a lot of work in your backyard?” I don’t know what that means.
“I did. And it’s a good thing you can’t tell anyone about the time we’re spending together, because my brothers would definitely figure this out if they heard what I did.”
He’s still got his hand against my face even though that piece of hair is secure. I turn my cheek slightly, pressing into his palm, loving the feel of him touching me. “Figure what out?”
His voice drops. “That this isn’t so casual after all.”
My heart is galloping now.
And I really need to see his backyard, apparently.
“What did you do?” I ask. “That will be so obvious to your brothers?”
“Why don’t I just show you?”
“Okay. I guess I?—”
But before I finish whatever I was about to say, David’s big hands are on my waist and he’s pulling me up, out of the mud. And my boots.
Without boots on, I have two choices: step down into the mud in my socks, or wrap my legs around David.
I choose the latter.
And he doesn’t seem to mind.
His big hands cup my ass as if that was what he intended for me to do and he grins at me. “Hang on tight.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and try to grin back.
But my brain doesn’t have enough synapses available to form a smile. It’s too busy cataloging everything about being pressed up against, wrapped around, and carried by David Bennett.
The overall summary? It’s very nice.
He strides up out of the ditch with me in his arms and goes straight to the four-wheeler. He deposits me on the seat.
At least, he bends over to deposit me on the seat.
I make it difficult to actually do the depositing, though, because I don’t let go of him.
Why would I? He’s big, and hard, and warm, and my entire body wants nothing more than to be as against him as I can get.
“Uh, Mia?”
“Yeah?”
“You gotta let go so I can go get your boots.”
“What boots?”
He chuckles, and with him so close, the low sound vibrates through me.
