Page 133 of Braving the Storm
Corded muscles flex and roll, with veins and tattoos popping all the way down to the backs of his hands.
My mouth goes dry as I stand there, openly watching him, because it feels incredible to be able to. Yet, the sensation that Ishouldn’tstill lingers… and well, shit, apparently, it still turns me the fuck on.
Storm sets the horse’s hoof and brand-new shoe back down, then fixes me with a heated look. I’m captured in that piercing blue gaze as he picks up a new horseshoe, a hammer, and all the while maintains eye contact.
I shiver, and Storm advances on me straight away, still with tools in his hands.
“Show me your wrist, " he says, not touching but looking at my body with raw desire, and that sets alight whatever embers were merely glowing just before.
My hands tremble a little with nervous excitement. Pulling back the sleeve of my sweater, the leather strap—the evidence of how much this man entirely owns my heart and goddamn soul—sits around my wrist.
The cuff is on.
“Hmm. Thought so.” His lips tip up at the corner.
“We can’t. Not here. What if someone sees?” I’m backpedaling fast, as Storm continues to crowd my space, and before I know it, we’re inside the tack room. A rich scent of leather fills the air, and my pulse flutters frantically.
“This will only take a minute.”
Confusion and arousal are waging a battle inside, yet I already know that this man could ask for anything and I trust him withevery fiber of my being to take care of me. Even within these risky moments he likes to indulge us in.
“Show me your pussy.”
My gaze flicks to the wide-open doorway behind him, and I shake my head. “Storm, no.”
“The cuff’s on, isn’t it? I want to see exactly how wet you are. So you’re going to pull those jeans down and tug those panties with them. Just enough so I can see.”
“God, you’re going to get us into so much trouble.” There’s absolutely no disguising the way I’m panting for him.
“Says my pretty toy, who’s drenched right now.” His big hands flex around the tools he’s still holding onto as he gestures to a point just behind me.
“Now, sit your ass on that saddle stand and show me. I want to see my sweet little cunt.”
I have to swallow quickly before wetting my lips. He’s serious. With trembling hands, I undo my fly, unzipping and tugging everything down exactly as he instructed. As the material gathers around my thighs, a shudder runs through me when the cool air brushes up against my overheated skin, followed by the hard surface as I rest backward against the wooden stand in the position he wants me to. My heart is pounding with anticipation and eagerness for every scrap of his attention. Loving it when his intensity is so firmly fixated on me.
Storm crouches down on his haunches, still refusing to touch any part of my body. Instead, he sets about inspecting me up close.
Well, shit. That winds the arousal in my core beyond the simmering heat and into a raging blaze. Yet, I can’t help but keep on checking the empty space beyond that open door every two seconds.
“Show me properly, darlin’.” His voice is dangerously low. When I drag my gaze back to watch him, those blue eyes have darkened, with his pupils starting to blow out.
I can feel it. The slippery sensation. Why this is turning me onfeels insane, but the fact this man has toseeme no matter the time or place, leaves me glowing.
“Two hands. Show me just how wet you are.”
A whimper falls out of me as I do exactly as he tells me to.
“Oh, darlin’, look at how messy you are. Look how ready you are. God, you’re just gagging to be squirting all over my tongue and my cock while bent over this saddle stand right now, aren’t you?”
“Please.” This is driving me into a frenzy, and he damn well knows it.
He hits me with another of those looks that leave me at risk of melting right here on the barn floor, then leans forward. Keeping those eyes firmly locked on mine, Storm tortures me with one lick straight up through my parted pussy lips, humming as he coats his tongue with the taste of me.
I’m absolutely ready to combust. Ready to beg for him to eat me out right here and now and fuck the risk of someone else walking in.
Except, he reads all of that written in the way I’m damn near writhing to chase his tongue as he settles back on his haunches and gives me a devious expression.
“Good girl. Now, back to work.”
