I lift her arms over her head, my face hovering over her pretty one. “It fucking turned me on.”
“Wilder .?.?.” she whimpers when I press my hips against her. I’m hard. Painfully hard. The combination of her fierceness, strength, and the sheer memory of her under me turns me into a damn caveman.
“Wilder, I’m dirty. You can’t possibly .?.?.”
“All I wanted to do was throw you over my shoulder, carry you in here, and shut that pretty little mouth up with my cock.”
Gasping, she looks down between us. Not that either one of uscan see much in here, but I see her, between the thin beams of light cutting into the shed. And she’s stunning.
I stroke her jaw, bury my face in her neck, kissing the soft, dusty skin like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.
So it’s about time I tell her as much.
“I told you, you’re gorgeous in any light, didn’t I, baby?”
She nods, eyes fluttering shut, head thrown back.
“So hear this—you could be covered in all the dirt, dust, and muck this land’s got to offer and I’d still want you more than my next breath.”
She’s panting hard. But still no words from my angel.
I growl. “I’m sorry. I know you want to get cleaned up. Let me take you home.”
She sucks in a breath. “Unbuckle for me.”
I stare into her lust-filled eyes. “Rose.”
“Please,” she pleads. “Do it for me. I would, but my hands are—”
I tug on my buckle, loosening it, then pull down the zipper. My cock is straining behind my briefs.
Rose looks at her hands, raw and dusty.
“I’ll hold it for you,” I rasp out.
She falls to her knees and I slam my hand against the wall to keep from slamming my cock into her mouth as she opens.
I edge in slow to her hot mouth, hissing as I do. Rose moans as she sucks me in, tasting the precum spilling out of me. She drags her tongue up and down my shaft like a popsicle. Then covers me with her mouth, relaxing her throat, taking all of me. And fuck if I’m not impressed and irritated at the same time that she’ssodamngood.
Since she can’t do much but grip my thighs to hold still, I buck my hips, slowly fucking her mouth. I rake my fingers into her hair, whispers of praise flooding out of my mouth. My cock vibrates with her moans.
I grip her hair tight. “Rose. Up,” I barely grit out, pressing my palm against the wall like it’s all I’ve got holding me up. She doesn’t stop, and I come hard. Unexpectedly and uncontrollably hard down her throat. She swallows every drop, licking me clean with a moan. “Fuck, gorgeous.”
I lift her off her feet and swipe my thumb under her bottom lip. “Think you can hold on to me real tight for a bit, so I can get you home?”
She nods, lustful eyes fucking me over before I even have a chance to come down.
“Good girl. Come on, baby.”
I lather the shampoo into her dark hair again, making sure it’s worked through every strand. She’s barely moved a muscle in here, and as much as I love touching her, taking care of her in here, I can’t wait to get her in bed.
It’s only two in the afternoon, but Rose isn’t doing anything else today.
When we got back, there was a large paper bag sitting on her porch bench. Food from The Shack.
Dallas must not have been too far from sight, since he texted the minute we got to the cottage that lunch was on him and that he’ll see to the ranch the rest of the day.
Rose didn’t put up much of a fight when I insisted on feeding her before the shower.
