Page 22 of The Dire Reaction

The heat rushing to my cheeks warms the air around us until it’s suffocatingly hot. Fighting the urge to pant, I slam the door of the truck just a little too hard, making myself look away from him.

There’s no way he means it the way I hope he means it. “You must have a lot of cows lined up if you’re happy for my help.”

He throws his head back and his laughter is deep, sensuous, coursing through my body in tremoring waves. I can feel my belly tightening, and I dig my fingernails into my palm to stave off the release he nearly wrests from me.

The weight of his gaze falls on me, his eyes still crinkled at the corners. “Dani,” he says. My name again falls from his lips, drawing a shiver through me. I can smell the coffee lingering on his breath as he draws closer, sweet and dark. “I could give a shit about the cows, now that you’re here.” His hand lands against the hood of my truck, his nostrils flaring as his eyes flit to my stomach before finding mine again.

“A clever ruse.” I can’t help but smile. I too would rather be out here than in the office. “But, I still do need to give Thor his next dose.” Readjusting the strap over my shoulder gives my hands something to do.

“Of course.” He turns his head, facing back to the barn. “Thor!” He turns back to me, fire dancing in his eyes. “Come!” he says, deeper, like he’s speaking right into me.

My legs wobble and I reach out for the door handle as the tightening in my belly releases into a withering orgasm. I try to fight it, biting into my cheek, fumbling with my bag as it slides down my arm. But, the waves roll through me, a drench of shivers soaking my panties.

“Fuck.” I hear him groan, and his hand is on my elbow, holding me up, burning through my clothes. His arms encircle me, hot breath dances along the skin of my neck. Still trembling, he holds me against him, his body rigid, coiled.

I let the bag fall. My breathing evens just enough to open my eyes, meeting his. They’re a bottomless glacier lake of blue, tinged with spears of gold at the edges. Molten hands pull me closer. I can feel the tremor in his grip, his need against my belly. Heartbeats race past my ears. I can’t distinguish his from mine. The need to touch him overtakes me, driving my hands up his chest, feathering up his neck. His pulse beats against my fingers; the rhythm of his heart circling through me.

His hand traces my arm up, hot against my cheek. Every ridge of the calluses on his fingers strokes along my skin until he tilts my chin. Slanting his head, his soft lips find mine. I don’t know which of us is moaning. The vibrations dancing across our lips melts through me. The harmonics of our heartbeats drive us into a melodic dance of touching and exploring. His hot tongue burns across my lower lip. Gasping, I open to him, pulling his sweet taste into me.

Inciting a hunger in me, curling my fingers into the soft length of his hair, I want him closer, tighter against me. His breathing hitches when my nails tug against his scalp, pulling him deeper into a kiss that has my belly tightening again.

Stepping into me, the hard steel of the truck bracing against my back, Sam crushes me with his body. Every ripple of his movement is driving him harder, and I want more.

Searching lips move down my jaw. His teeth nip along the sensitive skin of my neck.

“I want to make you do that over and over.” The heat of his words seeps into my ears, syrupy and thick.

My mind is dull, hazy with every fiber focusing on his body touching mine. “Do what?” I can barely form words with his tongue working broad strokes under my ear and the sound of his heavy breathing drowning every thought.

“Come for me.” His guttural response shivers through me, and I can’t fight the tremor that overtakes my body. My belly quakes as another climax seizes me, weakening me until he is holding me by the steady pressure of his hips.

The hardness of his own desire is undeniable, spurred I’m sure by my own hips grinding against him in my throes of pleasure.

With shaking fingers I lower the zipper on his heavy coat, pushing my hands into the blazing recesses along his ribs. Damp with sweat, his chest shudders with my touch. He exhales against the hollow of my throat, his hot breath simmering its way under my jacket.

I thought I would be stronger than this. But, I never accounted for him, in person, and how unbelievable he would make me feel.

Chapter twelve

SAM

Thescentofherdrives me to a fever pitch. I need to smell and taste every inch of her, and that isn’t going to happen in my parking lot. Every time she comes and drips out another drop it’s a blast of the sweetest whiskey and strawberry rhubarb.

Tart. Sweet. Smooth. And burns enough to want to lap her up and slake my thirst. My very survival hinges on being able to taste her.

I’m not taking her in the house, not while Becky is here.

“You have a decision to make,” I rough out through my teeth. The delicate lobe of her ear is caught firmly between my incisors. Her breathing catches against my neck, distracting me as it glides down to her seeking fingers raking along my chest. “—I either load Thor into your truck, and send you safely back to town, or—”

She lets out a small whine that trickles down my spine. Disappointment tinges her voice. “Or?”

“—Or, I take you into the barn, and neither of us leave until we’re both absolutely ravaged.” Her heart rate accelerates, drumming loudly through my head. A symphony I want to slam my hips in time to. The muscles in my thighs begin to spasm in rhythm to it

“Oh. I, I…” Her tongue escapes, flitting along her lower lip. My kneading against her isn’t helping her concentration.

“Say it,” I grunt into the hollow of her throat. My fingers find the silken threads of her hair, weaving the fine strands in and out of the creases of my hands. With a gentle tug on the entwined golden tresses, I pull her face up so I can flatten my tongue to caress every node of her exposed throat.

She’s soaked through her jeans. The head of my cock basks in the dampness working its way through the rough denim.

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