Page 62 of Coming Home Country
I kept up my oral assault, drawing out her orgasm. For a minute, I thought I could ramp her up to a second one, but those fingers tangled in my hair wrenched me away.
Sitting back on my heels, I gazed up at the goddess above me. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, one breast had been freed from her bodice, indicating she must’ve been playing with it while I pleasured her, and her brown curls were a mess.
Freshly fucked looked good on my girl. Always had.
The taste of her as I licked my lips only made the moment sweeter.
Our harsh breathing was the only sound in the empty barn, and eventually, her lashes lifted and she peeked down at me, the flush on her cheeks deepening. “So, um, that just happened.”
Husky laughter vibrated through my chest, causing Bex to sink her teeth into her lower lip to bite back a smile.
“Not what I expected when I chased you in here, but I can’t say I’m sorry. That was better than I remember.”
There was the tiniest twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, it was for me too.”
My hands reached out to unknot her skirt, allowing the fabric to fall over her legs.
“Any chance I can get my underwear back?”
“Nope.”
She hummed. “Figured as much.”
When I stood, I caged her in against the rough stall door at her back. The brown eyes that stared back at me were glassy, glazed over with the lust still swirling around us, even though I’d already made her come.
Bex sucked in a sharp breath when I dragged a thumb over the stiff peak of her exposed nipple. “This was a pleasant surprise.” I tugged the fabric of her dress up until she was covered. “Kills me to know I missed the show. Definitely won’t make the mistake of not looking up a second time.”
Her throat bobbed on a swallow, but she remained silent.
Ducking my head, I teased my nose along the side of hers. Against her lips, I murmured, “Come home with me.”
The sigh she let out fanned my face. “Tuck.”
My eyes slammed shut. She’d used the shortened version of my name a few times since her return home, but I hadn’t allowed myself to believe there was any meaning behind it because I thought any chance of reconnection was hopeless. Now, that single syllable held so much promise, like it could actually lead us where we were always meant to go.
“It’s probably not a good idea . . .” The uncertainty in her voice threatened to shatter any illusion of making progress after what we’d just shared.
We might’ve gotten carried away with emotions and tension running high, but she meant so much more to me than a quick fuck “for old times’ sake.”
I’d failed her once. I would be damned if I let that happen again.
Pulling back enough that she could view my face, I needed her to see the sincerity of my words when I spoke. “Bex, the other night with my back against a tree and my ass in the dirt was the best I’ve slept in years. Because you were in my arms. If you let me take you home, all I want is to hold you until the sun comes up.” Her mouth parted as she blinked up at me, so I added, “Please.”
Instead of answering, she lifted a hand to swipe her thumb across the slickness of her arousal still coating my chin. “You’ve got a little something there.”
Damn, this temptress. I was trying to do the right thing, and she was deliberately trying to push me over the edge.
Two can play at this game.
My hand snaked out to clasp around her wrist. With no way to escape my hold, she was forced to watch on as I sucked that shiny thumb into my mouth, my tongue teasing the tip as I had done to her clit while I lapped up every last trace of her flavor.
Bex’s eyes flared, and her breathing grew shallow again.
Lightning-quick, I used my free hand to tangle in the dark tresses at the nape of her neck, drawing her head back. Sliding her thumb past my lips with an audible pop, I dropped my grip on her wrist and her arm fell, the palm of her hand smacking the rough wood at her back when it made contact.
My mouth crashed down on hers, my tongue diving deep so she would have no choice but to taste herself. I swallowed her whimpers as my hips surged forward, my hard cock rubbing against her softness. Her nails scraped along my back as her touch ventured lower, her palms flattening over my ass and pulling me closer. Bex didn’t need words; her actions practically screamed her desperation for us to be joined.
If I didn’t stop soon, there was a very real chance I would do something we’d both regret in the morning.
