Page 67 of Undone

“Depends on what you consider sex,” she countered.

Of course, they fooled around plenty as teenagers but that wasn’t what he was talking about. “You know what I mean… We never fucked because we decided to wait.”

As difficult as that had been. Especially since she’d been against the idea and was constantly tempting him to take it further. That was when he learned how strong his willpower could be.

He continued, “I would like to change that. Since you and Ford have an open relationship, he shouldn’t mind, right?”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “What are you saying?”

“You have sex with Ford. I had sex with Ford. You and I haven’t had sex together yet. Think of it like a job interview. Otherwise, how do you know I can satisfy you? Maybe I can’t and you’ll rethink asking me to join you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just be straight about what you want, Dylan. You don’t need to make up crap to sleep with me.”

He had no problem being direct, if that was what she preferred. “One, this has nothing to do with sleeping. Two, what I said was true. But if you want it straight…” He leaned in until they were practically nose-to-nose. “I want to fuck you. Not in the future. Today.”

Her breathing hitched and goosebumps appeared out of nowhere to cover her tanned, normally smooth skin.

“Looks like you want that, too.” He drove his fingers into the long dark hair near her ear.

“Without Ford?” whispered over his lips.

“Without Ford,” he whispered back.

He closed the tiny gap between them to claim her mouth. With a groan, she clutched his T-shirt and welcomed the kiss. He took the opportunity to explore every inch of her mouth, reminding him of how good she tasted.

When they were dating, they kisseda lot. In the beginning they were inexperienced, so it was awkward, but they perfected it over time. Their first kiss the other week was also a bit awkward, and today?

Perfection all over again.

Almost as if they picked up where they left off seventeen years ago. The chemistry between them was as palpable now as it had been then.

He no longerwantedto take this further. Heneededto. He needed to fuck her with an urgency he’d never felt before. Even as a horny teenager.

Barely pulling back enough to break their kiss, he murmured, “I take it that’s a yes?”

“What do you think?”

His eyes flicked down to the pounding pulse in her neck. “I never want to assume.”

“Is there somewhere close by where we can go?”

His house was only across the parking lot. Even so, that seemed too far away. He wanted hernow. Plus, if they headed over to his residence, they risked being spotted by nosy people. Not guests, but his siblings.

He really didn’t want to hand them a reason to ride his ass.

Giving her a smile, he grabbed her hand and led her away from Checkers’ stall and into the nearby tack room, the only place inside the barn with a locking door.

She walked to the center of the room and glanced around. “Here?”

“There’s a lot of equipment in here.” None of it really meant for sex but it could easily be used for that.

“For riding?—”

“Yes.” He surveyed the tack room and keyed in on a couple of interesting items.

Grabbing a nearby riding crop, he slapped the wider, flat leather end against his palm. The sting and any resulting welts could easily be controlled by the power put behind the strike. Next, he slapped it harder against his denim-covered thigh, the sharp sound of the impact, along with the action gave her a sneak peek of what was to come.

He circled her, brushing the end of the leather tongue across her collarbones and shoulders. He didn’t miss her shiver and the way her dark eyes followed him.

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