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She somehow manages to blush even darker at that. God, it’s a good look on her.

Chapter Fourteen

Demi

Gettingtothefarmis more of a release than I’m expecting. As it turns out, playing handsie the second time is even better.

There are no hesitations or reservations about what you can do, what’s acceptable, what needs to be gently glossed over or slid past.

There’s just the heat of the moment.

And God damn, but the heat has gotten under my skin. I know that coming out here today was my idea, but that doesn’t make it seem any less surreal.

Nathan is out of the car first, but I soon find out that it’s only so he can get his arms around my waist in earnest. Lips crash against my own, and then against the side of my neck.

I’m grateful that the horse is the only one around to see us.

We’re laughing as we kiss, stumbling up to the door. I try to fish the key out of my pocket and get it into the lock, but Nathan makes that a challenge.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pressing up against me from behind, and mouths at the curve of my neck, the underside of one ear. It’s hot when his tongue licks over the shell of it, my breath catching in my throat, twisting and hitching there.

I lean back against him and let out a shuddering breath.

“Let me get the door open,” I laugh, even as one of his hands shoves up under my shirt. His palm is warm against the smooth skin of my belly, and I can’t help but let out a soft huff of air, the sound tangling over my teeth.

“Your hands are free,” he says, chuckling. The sound rolls over me like velvet. I could drown in this man and be happy about it.

Things would have been so different if someone else had bought me at that auction! I know that I wouldn’t have been anywhere nearly as happy, and things certainly wouldn’t have spiraled the way that they have with Nathan.

Finally, I manage to open the door.

We shuffle inside but Nathan seems unwilling to remove his arms from around my waist. His foot kicks backward, knocking the door shut, and his mouth presses to the side of my face. His tongue curls against the underside of my jaw. I tilt my head to meet him, our lips catching.

I can still faintly taste the coffee on the back of his tongue. It just makes me even more giddy.

It seems like no matter what we do, we keep falling back in with each other.

The fact that he’s in my house again makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine, especially when his hand slides down and presses against my crotch through the fabric of my scrub pants.

His palm grinds upward, hot pleasure lacing through my spine.

“Bedroom,” I manage to get out. We didn’t make it that far last time, and I can’t help but feel like we should have. It was great in the living room but it can be even better in the bedroom. Thankfully, Nathan seems to be on the same page.

“Whatever you say,” he tells me, with a huff of laughter.

Nathan finally releases me, but only so he can scoop me up in his arms. I yelp, throwing my arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me,” I warn.

“Does it feel like I’m going to drop you?” he asks, leaning down and kissing me again. He’s got one arm under my legs and the other supporting my top half. I tangle my hands in the back of his shirt, certain that he’s strong enough to keep me up like this—I’ve felt the way that those muscles flex.

Nathan’s built in a way that’s impossible to ignore. Especially when he’s carrying you!

He wastes no time at all sweeping me into the bedroom.

I let go of him with one hand, just long enough to flip on the light switch. The room bursts into vision; it’s nothing much.

A queen-sized bed at the center of it, with a slatted headboard and furniture that is handmade—carved wooden things. There are wood-burned paintings of horses on the walls, and a horseshoe above the window to help bring in the good luck.

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