“Come on, darlin’. Let me get a little taste.” Those words left his lips so smoothly. I was falling hard and fast. I pointed at the tub of ice cream still in his hands.
“What are you going to do with that?” He winked at me, getting back up on his feet. He moved in closer to me as I took off my shirt. He plopped the spoonful of ice cream on me, starting from my neck and ending at my chest. The feeling of the cold, melting cream against my skin was enough to balance out my body temperature, which had risen from this encounter with Colt.
“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy this as much as I did.”
He set the tub on the counter beside me. Then he leaned in closer, propping himself on opposite sides of my body. He looked at me, then moved closer, and I knew he was about to kiss me. But he played the same teasing game I had with him and pulled away instead, right when I could feel his breath against my skin. I felt his touch against my neck, licking off the start of the ice cream. He stayed there for a few minutes, and I enjoyed every second of him sucking and licking every drop of stickiness from my body.
“I have one last surprise for you.” I leaned back on my hands and turned my head as he went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a bottle of chocolate sauce. I took the moment to admire the way his jeans hugged him in all the right places. “You didn’t think I’d let you get off so easily with being a tease earlier, did you?”
He squeezed the bottle, letting the syrup drip down my chest. Before it rolled too far down, Colt stopped it with his lips. He kissed me on my chest where the sauce stopped, then licked me in one motion up and back down again.
In that moment, Colt slid the bottle across the counter and pulled me so close to him that we felt like one and the same. He kissed me, every wall I had put up being torn down. I wanted to fall into him and I could feel it.
I was falling.
Chapter Twenty-One
Colt
Ihad woken up with a migraine. I helped my dad with the cows, and then he told me togolie down for a bit. I was really struggling. I knew stress was causing this one, and those were always the worst.
“John called. He needs help with repairing a fence.I’llbe back later.I’lllet Daisy know on my way out.”
“Okay, dad.”
Daisy and I stillhaven’ttalked. I wanted to give her space, and all I have been doing is hopingthat shewill come to me whenshe’sready to talk and hear me out. I did mess up and I would tell her that and own up to my mistake.
I wanted to be back in her presence more than anything. That was all I ever wanted, even as a kid. Hopefully, we can work this out together.
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“Hey, Daisy.”Even at seven years old, Daisy had my heart. Iwas one smitten nine-year-old, and she had no idea.
“Hey, Colt.”
“Whatcha doin'?”
“I’mgoing on an adventure!”
“Can I come?”
“You’realways invited!”She smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat. I smiled back at her. Her happiness fueled my own. I felt every emotion she felt.
We started walking through the fields. Our parents never really worried about us running off somewhere. We always listened and knew how to get back.Itwas one of the perks of growing up on a ranch, knowing where everythingisbecause you literally spent every waking moment outside.
“Check it out!”Daisy bent down, picking up a rock.
“A rock?”
“Not just any rock, silly.”
“Huh?”I was so confused. All I saw was a rock in her hand.
“Look at it.”She raised the rock up, her fingers grasping it. I took it in.“It looks like a heart. Do you see it?”I looked at it again and saw what she saw.
“Yes! I see it!”
“Iwonder how big our hearts are. Do you thinkthey’rethis big? Or bigger?”
