Page 31 of So Wrong It Must Be Right

“C,” he corrected, his voice deeper and gruffer than it had been when he’d been telling her about building this place.

“Right. C.” She studied his face and tried to decide what she needed to say. She’d spent so much time the past week convincing herself this was a fantasy, but it felt oddly real. Comforting and good.

And you’re going to put your whole business and life on the line for some guy?No way. Gallaghers did not behave in such a fashion. Well, her father did, but she wasn’t going to be like him. But she wouldn’t be like Craig either, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be like Grandmother. So who did that leave? Who could she be like?

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“Yeah. Yeah, more than okay.” Even though it was a lie, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. Her thoughts weren’t all right, but this moment was. This man was. So she was going to enjoy it. And smile until she figured out the rest.

* * *

Carter had never made out with a woman in his backyard before. Hell, he’d never even brought a woman back here before. It’d been sacred and, granted his grandmother had lived with him for a few years here, but still.

He kept his personal life very much out of this . . . Whatever the farm was. Professional life, blood and soul. But Dinah . . . D . . . She’d snuck under all those usual compartments without his even realizing it.

He’d shoved her skirt up to her hips and was sinking his finger into the hot, wet heat of her body. She sighed against his ear and thoughts didn’t matter. All that mattered was sex. Pleasure.

Dinah, his mind whispered.

He told his mind to shut the fuck up.

He focused on D’s heavy breathing, on the way her fingernails sank into his back. The way she moved against him and the way she pulsed around him. He closed his mouth over her breast, ignoring the fabric in his way. With enough nibbling he found the peak and grinned against her when she squeaked.

“God, I love all the noises you make.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but there was a lot to be said for doing this in person rather than over the computer. The feel of her, the sounds she made, therealityof it all.

The connection.Another thought he told his mind to ignore.

She was practically bucking against him, making those noises over and over again, and he was so hard his cock hurt, and he needed to be inside her so badly he thought he might forget about everything else in his life if he could just haveher.

“Inside.”

She groaned in frustration when he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. “Cruel not finishing me off,” she panted.

He grinned at her. “I know. You didn’t beg.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but she got to her feet and was quickly heading into his house. “I hope you know, I beg for very little.”

“You begged me this morning.”

“Exactly,” she said regally, stepping into the warm light of his kitchen. “I do not beg twice in one day.” She turned to face him, cocking her head in a considering fashion. “In fact, I think it’s your turn to beg.”

“Baby, I felt how wet you are. I think you’re a little bit more desperate than I am.”

She fisted her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow. Though she was frowning at him, he could tell she was repressing a smile beneath it. “I think it’s a well-documented fact that women don’t need sex as much as men do.” Her gaze dropped to his erection. “And trust me,baby, you’re hardly un-desperate.”

“This old thing? I’ve been taking care of him myself for quite a while.”

Something in her expression changed in a way he couldn’t read. He’d expected her to laugh or roll her eyes; instead her tongue traced her upper lip and he watched it very closely, taking far too much enjoyment in the moisture it left behind.

“Taking care of yourself?” she murmured.

“I wasn’t exactly walking around with blue balls after one of your emails.”

Still all regal, elegant, in-charge grace, Dinah crossed her arms over her chest. “Show me.”

“Show you?”

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