Page 55 of Loving Justice

His words were broken off by her shoving him against the barn door and pressing her mouth against his. The kiss was quick, but warmth spread through her body like warm honey. “I want you. I believe you want me.”

“More than you’ll ever know.” His voice was a bit breathless. “Are you sure? Here? Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”

“The question is, are you sure?” She licked her top lip.

As if a chain within him was broken, he snaked his arm around her waist and dragged her deeper into the dimly lit barn, and before he had her pressed against the wall, his mouth was back on hers, and the fingers of his free hand were entwined in her hair. “The only one I care about is in my arms.”

She moaned in delight as he took the lead, enjoying the feel of being caught between the hard planes of his body and the wall. He lifted his mouth and kissed her neck, the indentation between her collarbones and lower to the tops of her breasts.

He lifted his head, looking at her, questioning his gaze. “You should understand that you’re stuck with me. I want you. I want us.”

“It’s not stuck when you choose to be where you are,” she whispered, caressing his cheek with the back of her knuckles.

“I’ve been thinking. I want us to have a big wedding. Invite the entire town. I’ll even put on one of those monkey suits if you want me to.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve the very best. You can wear one of those white princess dresses that brides love.”

“We’ll discuss that later. Less talking, cowboy, and much more action.”

With a heady groan, he clasped the top of her sundress and dragged the straps down her bare breasts. She arched into his mouth when he lapped at one nipple, using his hand to draw the perky nub in and out.

She knocked his hat to the ground and entangled her fingers in his thick hair, clutching the satin mass in her fists as she brought her hips up in an invitation as old as time.

He pulled back just enough so he could draw her dress lower, and he followed with his lips. Kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her navel and lower to the waistband of her panties. She felt the dress slide down her legs as he planted a gentle kiss on her dew-soaked core through the satin panties. She gyrated her hips, needing more.

He hooked the fabric with his finger and pulled it down her trembling legs while he drove his tongue into her. He probed her slick body until she felt prickles of the beginning of an orgasm taking shape.

Using his fingers to part her lips, he focused all his attention on her clit. Rolling the tip of his tongue over the swollen jewel until the weblike grip of orgasm lifted her on its wings. Her cries filled the darkened space. Night had crawled in, and she couldn’t see anything, but she could hear his heavy breaths, the rustling of his jeans, the telltale scraping of his zipper. His body was against her again and she caught the blueberry scent of her on his lips. She laid her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, tasting the tanginess of her orgasm.

She needed to touch him.

She wrapped her fingers around his girth, reveling in his size. Through the darkness, she was connecting with all her other senses. Her smell, taste, and touch were heightened. There was something quite sexy about being there with him. They were the only two in the world, or so it seemed.

The ripping of paper made her jump, and she lifted her hand away. The snapping of a condom echoed through the dark barn as she anticipated that touch.

She couldn’t wait long.

She gripped his wrapped cock and led him to her center, silently begging that he relieve the need and desire whirring through her with the velocity of a tornado.

He pushed her hand away gently, and his tip parted her as he slowly eased inside of her tight passage, adjusting her to every inch like she was precious. Until he filled her completely and she was stuffed with him. His hands cupped her thighs, lifting her legs as he pressed her against the wall. She dug her nails into his bare shoulders, knowing her nails nicked his skin, but she couldn’t stop herself. He thrusted deeper and deeper, and with each thrust, he lifted her higher on the wall. She wrapped her arms around him, laying her forehead on his shoulder, panting as she pulled each breath into her dry lungs.

Sweat beaded his body as the temperature rose inside the windowless space. Their bodies were slick, but he held her steady in his clutches as he continued to ram her into submission.

The orgasm came strong, much like an invisible hurricane that took away her last strand of control, and a sensation she’d never felt before took her body hostage. He cried out her name and that one little act sent her over the edge. A second orgasm formed, this one stronger than the last.

As she trembled in his arms with repeated spasms, he lunged inside her with rigid hip thrusts. His pants became heavier; his reach deepened until finally, with one last stiff propulsion, he stilled. She could hear the heavy beating of his heart as it matched her own. His face was buried between her neck and shoulder, his ragged breaths caressing her cheek. She wasn’t sure how much time passed until he finally set her down onto her feet but didn’t release her.

A mix of emotions scrambled through her.

But there was not an ounce of regret.

In the darkness she fumbled to lower her dress, not even caring about finding her panties.

“I to go. There’s something I must take care of. When I get back home, I want to tell you everything.” She slipped out of the barn door.

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