Page 3 of Prairie Nights

Whitney stole a sideways glance at him, her eyes flitting away as she patted the horse nudging her for attention. “I’m sorry, Hayden. I needed a moment to think.” She replied, embarrassment in her tone.

“Now that you’ve had a moment, please explain to me what that was all about?” he pushed, stepping a little closer to her. “Is it the age thing? Because I have no problem with you being older than me,” he confessed, slowly bridging the gap between them.

Whitney let out a guffaw and turned to face him, defiantly raising her chin as their eyes met. “You say that now, Hayden, but I think my life experience may be a little too much for you.”

“Try me,” he replied, stepping even closer, his eyes boring into hers.

“I really don’t know you well enough to explain,” she replied, taking a step back as the sexual tension between them grew palpable.

Hayden cocked an eyebrow at her and flashed her his sexy smile.

Flustered, a rosy blush returned to her cheeks as she stuttered, “You know what I mean, Hayden.” His smile deepened. Surely, I’m going to hell for taunting her. Letting out a frustrated growl, she exclaimed, “Stop looking at me that way!”

“In what way am I looking at you?” he asked, as he stepped closer, the intense heat permeating the mere inches that separated them.

“Like you want a repeat of Toronto.” she replied, meeting his gaze, her feet firmly planted in place.

Desire at her words quelled inside him as he reached out to grip her by the waist and pulled her closer. Her breath caught and lashes fluttered as her resolve dissipated. They were so close, his mouth craving hers as their breaths mingled hot and heady.

“What are you doing?” she asked him huskily, her chest heaving with each breath.

Instead of answering, he persisted, “Tell me you don’t want to kiss me again, Whitney.”

Whitney gazed up hazily into his intense, lust filled eyes and what was left of her resolve vanished as their lips crashed together. He lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist, the need to devour her overtaking him. A needy moan escaped her lips as they parted, inviting him to deepen their embrace. Tongues tangling, he backed her towards the barn, shielding them from view as he pressed her against the wall. Lips roaming down the column of her neck, he murmured against her ear, “See, I know what you want.”

She shivered under his words, her chest heaving as he kissed a path down the side of her neck to trace her collarbone. Eyes closing in pleasure, her body instinctively pressing into him, seeking friction, as his hands kneaded her behind, under her dress. “Hayden, we need to…” she was drowned out, as his lips recaptured hers in a deep, sensual kiss.

The chemistry they shared was like a match igniting. If they didn’t stop, they were going to burst into flames. But he couldn’t stop, his body craving hers like an addict needing a fix as he kissed a path to her cleavage.

“Hayden, we need to stop.” She whimpered, and he paused, raising his gaze to hers. “Anyone could come this way and see us.”

“I don’t mind.” he grinned wickedly as he leaned in to kiss her again.

Her hand pressed into his chest, and she met his clouded with lust eyes as she repeated. “We need to stop.”

Hayden let out a long-pained exhale, and he connected his forehead to hers, as they emerged from their kiss drunk haze.

“Whitney, I like you, I like you a lot,” Hayden confessed, huskily. “I want to see you again.”

“I like you too, Hayden.” she replied, meeting his hopeful gaze.

“Then let me get to know you more,” he offered, setting her back down on her feet and helping her straighten out her dress.

“I think you know me pretty well already.” She chortled, smoothing down her hair.

“But I want to really get to know you,” he continued.

“Like friends?”

“Like friends with a sordid history,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows.

Whitney cocked her head to the side and searched his eyes, checking the sincerity in his request. Despite their hot little make-out session against the barn wall, he wanted to be friends with her. He wanted to know what made her tick.

“So, are you asking me for my phone number?” she asked playfully.

“Yes, that would be a start.”

She guffawed, and he understood how absurd the situation appeared. Two minutes ago, he was grinding his body into hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as he imagined himself sinking deep into her and now, he was asking for her phone number.

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