Page 196 of Things Left Unsaid

I can admit that now.

I kiss him back, surging into him, wanting him to find his release too, but he doesn’t use his hold on my ass to jerk off.

No, he just tastes me.

Savors me.

Enjoys me.

I feel like a vintage bottle of red wine that needs to be opened to breathe. That’s decanted into lead crystal. That’s sampled like a delicacy.

Curling my fingers around two of his belt loops, in turn, I relish the act of being savored.

Of being enjoyed.

Of being tasted.

It’s novel.

There’s no rush.

No groping.

No quick sprint to the third act.

God, it sums him up all round.

My nails scrape through his hair, making him shudder, but that’s when a whip of wind lashes at us. We break off when I shiver and he untangles my sweater, obviously wanting to cover me up, but I twist away, finally noticing that we made it to one of the McAllister lakes.

One ofmylakes, seeing as I’m the majority shareholder of the Bar 9.

That Fen took this path and that Jas followed tells me Colt’s not as much of an upholder of the rules as I thought.

The water beckons me as soon as I set eyes on the glistening surface that sunlight bounds off of, the stillness revealing crystalline depths that remind me of the beauty of home.

I work fast to disentangle myself from his hold and jump from Fen to the lakeshore.

“Zee!” he calls as my abrupt move jostles the saddle blanket on the stallion, but I ignore him to wade to the waterline.

As he follows me, I get to work on my fly, and when he grabs my arm, panic in his gaze, it fades as he stares at my hands and what they’re busy doing.

The slow smile decimates me, but it’s when he rumbles, “Again, chaos?” that my heart skipstwobeats.

His fingers slot through my hair as he strokes that big paw of his over my head while his soft, teasing drawl sends ripples of warmth throughout me.

I missed him so damn much.

It’s as if permitting myself to accept how large the chasm he left behind in my life rams it home harder than ever.

“You going skinny-dipping?”

“What else?” Then, pouting, I grumble, “You didn’t think I was going to hurl myself into the water, did you? End it all after my first orgasm with you?”

He pulls a face. “You need to give a man time to register what’s going on before you dash off a horse, then darthalf-nakedover to a lake.”

“Were you going to jump in after me like last time?” I joke.

“Where my chaos goes, I follow.”

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