Page 10 of Hitch Me

His hands slide down my sides with a patience that's both tender and torturous. He wants to worship every inch of me before claiming what we both know is already his. His mouth trails lower, and when he places a gentle bite where my neck meets my shoulder, I cry out softly. The sound seems to unleash something in him, because suddenly his hands are everywhere. They slide up my ribs and his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks through lace. It makes me squirm with need. Then he slips a finger back inside of me. Every touch leaves me trembling and desperate for more of him.

"Geoffrey," I breathe his name like a prayer, and the sound seems to break whatever restraint he's been clinging to.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers against my ear, his breath hot and making me shiver.

"You," I gasp, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "All of you. I've wanted you for so long."

The confession tumbles out before I can stop it. It’s raw, honest, and everything I've kept locked away for far too long. Geoffrey pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper. It looks like love.

"I’m going to take you home," he says simply, and the words send electricity straight through my core.

I climb off his lap and slide back into the passenger seat. But my fingers make quick work of unzipping his pants. His tip is glistening and he’s throbbing with anticipation when I take him all the way to the back of my throat. His muscles clench and helets out a groan. I make the five minute drive down a gravel road across the ranch with his dick in my mouth.

We arrive at Geoffrey’s tiny cottage on the backside of the ranch and burst through the front door. What follows is a tangle of desperate hands and whispered endearments. Our clothes disappear with an urgency that speaks to years of suppressed longing.

When Geoffrey's fingers trace patterns on my bare skin, I feel like I might combust from the inside out. He takes his time exploring me. His touch is both gentle and possessive. It’s like he's mapping territory that's always belonged to him.

Every caress builds the fire higher until I'm trembling beneath him. I’m desperate for more friction, more pressure… more of everything he's willing to give.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm begging for, only knowing I need him closer, deeper, filling the ache that's been living inside me since I was seventeen.

When he finally presses inside of me, the sensation steals my breath. He fills me completely in a single thrust. My walls stretch around his girth. Every nerve ending I have sings as he begins to move inside of me.

I rock up to meet him. The rhythm we find is slow at first, savoring, but it builds into something more primal as the tension coils tighter between us. I lose myself in the feeling of him and in the way he whispers my name like it's sacred.

He trails kisses down my throat. He licks and suckles at the spots that make me gasp and arch beneath him. I lose myself completely in the sensation. His mouth is magic as he hammers into me. Geoffrey draws sounds from me I didn't know I could make. The fire ignited inside me that threatens to consume everything in its path.

He keeps me there. Claiming me. Making me his over and over again until I think I might shatter from the intensity. Thenmy body racks with tremors. Everything around us fades into nothingness.

"Let go," Geoffrey murmurs against my throat, his voice strained with his own need. "I've got you."

And I do.

Geoffrey thrusts and pushes me into a tidal wave of release. My body shudders and I let go of fifteen years of careful control. I let go of every reason I've ever had for keeping him at arm's length. White hot bliss whips through my body and my voice breaking the silence of the night as pleasure overwhelms every sense.Geoffrey follows me over the edge. My name falls from his lips as he buries his face in my neck and shoots hot streams into me.

For long moments afterward, we stay tangled together, hearts hammering, skin damp with exertion and satisfaction.

"Damn," he breathes eventually, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

"Yeah," I agree, still trying to catch my breath. "Damn."

When I finally meet his eyes, the tenderness there takes my breath away all over again. This wasn't just sex. This was everything I never knew I was missing, everything I was too scared to reach for.

I lay in his arms until the sun comes up. And now that I've had a taste, I never want to let it go.

CHAPTER 8

GEOFFREY

Peelingmyself out of bed and away from Brynn Rose is the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a long time. Last night solidified everything I believed to be true about her. She’s it for me. Always has been.

The sun hasn't even kissed the horizon yet, but I'm already out in the field. I’m adjusting fence posts and double-checking every detail of the goat pen setup. Tomorrow's Brynn's big day. I never thought I’d care so much about goats or yoga. But I want everything to be perfect for her.

After last night, I'd move mountains to see that smile on her face. Hell, I'd wrangle every escaped rooster in Texas if it means making her happy. The memory of her in my arms, the way she whispers my name, the trust in her eyes when she finally let those walls down. It was everything.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I hope it’s her. But when I open my phone I find a message from Holden.

Holden:You might want to listen to this…Episode 276: Boots and Bitching Podcast

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