Page 28 of Giddy-Up
“On average, how many dates did it take to feel right?”
“I don’t know.”She was really putting him on the spot now.“Three or four maybe.”
Riley nodded.“Isn’t this our third date?”Before he had a chance to reply, she continued.“I guess it depends on if you count the wedding or when we went to Goldacre.”
She really wants to have sex with you, man.Just have sex with her.Drop the gentleman act for one day for God’s sake.
The problem was it wasn’t an act.It was who he was.And as much as he wanted to take the beautiful woman standing before him, he knew that it was too soon.
“The other night, at my house, let’s count that as our first official date.Which means I need to take you out at least two more times before we...”he deliberately trailed off.“I hadn’t planned on doing that today but seeing as your ankle’s better, we should do something.So, what do you think, are you up for date number two right now?”
A small smile tipped her lips up.“Okay.”
“Okay.”he agreed.Capturing her hand he led her toward the trailer door.
“Wait.”Riley tugged him to a halt; he was quick to twist and get a look at the concern creasing her brow.“So our next date, after today, we’ll have sex after that?”
Jesus Christ.She was killing him.
Wade swallowed hard and ignored the twinge in his pants.Like a gentleman.
“If that’s what you want, petal.”Was the only thing he managed to come up with.
“It is.”She nodded again.“Okay.Let’s go.Giddy up.”The smile she gave him this time was blinding.
She was too tempting to resist, and he didn’t want to anymore.There was only so much self-control he was capable of.So he dipped his head.And within seconds, had seized her lips.Nipping, sucking and feasting on all the sweet moans he was able to drag out of her.
Sweet Jesus.
He knew he needed to pull back.Before he changed his mind.With every swipe of his tongue, he was remembering exactly what to do.He hadn’t forgotten.It was all coming back to him.
Reluctantly, after capturing one last whimper, he drew back slowly.Admiring his handiwork as he revelled in glazed eyes and an abused, wet red pout.
Perfection.
“We should get out of here, darlin’.”The words were scraped from his throat.He needed out of there.Now.Luckily, he knew just the place.“Come on.”Taking Riley’s hand, he led them out of the trailer, into the crisp fall air.
“Where are we going?”she asked, easily matching his large strides down the pebble path.
Pausing mid-step, he turned to her then.“We’re going trout fishing.”He smiled.“Rumor has it, you make a mean smoked trout.”
“Really?”she beamed.
“Really.”
Goddamnit.The way she was looking at him, did something to him.Something dangerous.
***
Two hours later, Wadewas back to square one.Staring temptation right in the face.Trout in tow, they’d headed back to his house to cook.He hadn’t thought this through.This was a bad idea.
His eyes darted to Riley’s ass once again as she bent down to pick up the spoon she’d just dropped.
Yeah.This is a bad idea.
Wade had spent most of their fishing trip regretting not taking Riley up on her offer.And now the universe was taunting him.Laughing in his face.He should have known this was how the day was going to go when they’d reached the river earlier.Within minutes of arriving, she’d set up her rod and caught her first fish.And damn if that didn’t turn him on.
So now you have an angler fetish?
