Page 54 of Won’t Let You Get Away

She throws her hands in the air and drops her head back.

“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

“No, I don’t.” I say honestly. “But if you tell me what I did and how to make it better, I will do it in a heartbeat.”

Bri groans, spinning away and moving to sit on the porch step. She braces her elbows on her knees and drops her head in her hands.

I glance through her back door, spotting her water bottle on the kitchen island and give her a moment to herself. Heading inside, I wash my hands at the kitchen sink, using the paper towel to wipe off some of the sweat on my chest, before refilling her water and making my way back to her.

Cautiously, I sit beside her. When she doesn’t tell me to go away, I place her water on her other side, scoot closer and drape my arm over her shoulder.

“Talk to me, Sugar.” I murmur, placing a kiss on top of her head and Bri practically melts into me. My hand slips down her side so I can pull her closer by the hip. Bri sighs, turning her head to rest against my shoulder and places a palm on my thigh.

“You don’t have a shirt on,” she grumbles under her breath.

“I can get it from my truck if it bothers-”

“No!” She rushes out, her grip on my leg tightening to hold me in place. “No, it’s just…” her voice trails off as she shakes her head.

“I can’t fix the problem if I don’t know what’s wrong,” I tell her gently.

“It’s not you. You did nothing wrong. It’s these damn hormones. Every time I see you it’s an effort to not drag you back here so I can have my way with you. Especially when you’re out there flaunting your muscles in the sun with no fucking shirt on.”

My fingers on her hips flex and I shift slightly, hoping to not let on how much her words affect me.

“Okay, so how can I help? Wear a shirt when working?” I ask while thinking of all the other ways I could help relieve her stress.

Bri tips her head back to scowl up at me.

“Don’t you dare take away my view when you’re working. Your whole sexy cowboy look out there is the star of most of my fantasies lately.”

“You have a cowboy fantasy?” I question, debating if I’d be willing to wear my dad’s old hat in bed.

“No, I have a ‘you’ fantasy and sometimes you just happen to be wearing a cowboy hat.”

Unable to control it, pride swells in my chest at the fact that she just admitted to thinking about me.

Not wanting to get too distracted, I laugh and bend down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“So, what can I do to help then?”

Bri shakes her head and looks out over the field.

“Nothing,” she says on a heavy breath. “I’m just frustrated and have all this pent up…energy.”

“Sabrina,” I reach down and tuck my knuckle under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’m here for you. If that means you need me to make you come…then fucking use me.”

Her mouth drops open with a gasp at my words.

Moving slowly, I slide my hand along the column of her neck and further down to trace along the top of her breasts that spill from her dress. Her tongue slides out, wetting her lips and begging me to claim them, all while her warm eyes bounce between mine. She runs her hand up my ribs before wrapping them around my side in an attempt to pull me closer.

“Say it, Sugar.” I demand, dipping my fingers under her spaghetti strap and groan when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. Leaning forward, I tease a kiss at the edge of her lips. When I pull back, her mouth follows after mine, seeking more but I back away.

“You already know I’ll give you whatever you need. Everything I have to offer is yours. Just say the word.”

Bri twists, closing the distance with a kiss that takes me by surprise. It’s easy to indulge her for a few seconds, but when she attempts to deepen it, I pull back. Her whimper turns to a beautiful moan when I place my hand at the base of her neck. My thumb traces up along her pulse. Grinning at the feel of her thudding heartbeat beneath my touch, I don’t miss the way her thighs clench as I grin down at her.

“Noah,” she pants heavily, attempting to kiss me again but I hold her in place.

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