Page 45 of Wild and Unruly
I frown at her, wondering what in the world she’s sorry for. “Are you kidding me? We got second, baby! That’s awesome.”
She blushes and shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Then, she winks at me and says, “Imagine how good we could be if we practiced more.”
“Oh, I’m all for morepractice,” I reply, following her out of the arena. My quick quip makes her duck her head, but I don’t miss her reply.
“Me too.”
16
bonnie
I couldn’t wait a second longer.The rest of Stetson’s family was out watching the rodeo, and the second our horses were settled, cooling off in the shade of the trailer, I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the trailer.
It wasn’t exactly how I pictured us doing this the first time, but I don’t want to wait. The man has already defiled me on a mountain. Doing it in a horse trailer was bound to happen.
“What’s wrong?” Stetson asks, concern coating each word. He’s obviously reading my frantic actions all wrong.
“Nothing, I just want some privacy.” This is a nice trailer, so there is AC running inside where anyone who needs it could cool off. The living quarters are big enough for us to move around in.
I reach over and lock the door, looking back at Stetson. His eyebrows are now raised in a questioning and confused manner. “You about to have your way with me?”
I swallow, taking off my hat and setting it neatly on the littledining table. I rip the ponytail out of my hair and turn back to him, shaking my hair and taking a breath. “Yes.”
Before he can answer that or question it, I start to kick off my boots and undo the buttons on my blouse to reveal the bra beneath. “I typically wear a tank top under these shirts, but it was so hot this morning that I was concerned with adding too many layers. Thankfully, I didn’t sweat through the button-up because that would have been massively embarrassing.”
“Bonnie,” he starts, still staring.
“What?” I ask, reaching down to take off my socks and undo my belt. I stop, looking at Stetson’s still-dressed form. “Why aren’t you getting undressed?”
“Because I’m confused and eager, but I don’t want to be too eager just in case you’re having some sort of breakdown.”
“Oh, I’m not having a breakdown,” I say, unzipping my pants. “I’m just tired of waiting, and I want you too bad to wait any longer.”
“Shit,” he says. His hands reach out and grasp my hips, pulling me into his strong body. “Bonnie, I want this more than I can say, but are you sure you want to do this here?” He glances around the trailer, his gaze a mixture of concern and heat returning to mine. “Now?”
I nod before he can finish. “Here. Now.”
I expect him to argue some more, to fight me on it, and say something like I deserve better.
What I deserve is a quick and dirty round in this traileranda nice dinner and a nice room with a big bed. Why can’t a girl have both?
“Thank fuck.” Stetson crashes his mouth to mine, swirling his tongue and consuming every part of me that’s ached for his touch.
My hands find the buttons on his shirt, and I start to undo them as he sets his hat next to mine. He reaches for my face with both hands and distracts me long enough that my hands pause their movements, unable to focus on what I’m trying to do.
Why don’t I just have magical powers that allow me to strip him of his clothes?
“I don’t know, but that would be fucking handy,” Stetson answers what I apparently said aloud, and I groan.
“Why can’t I keep my thoughts to myself?”
I’m so wrapped up in getting us both naked that I don’t realize he’s paused his movements until he cups my face again, the callouses on his hand rough but gentle, his eyes burning into mine. “Don’t ever stop being honest or telling me every thought on your mind. I love everything that comes out of your brain.”
I smile and shake my head. “You haven’t heard the half of it.”
“I can’t wait.” Stetson takes the time to strip himself down to his boxers, and I take in the sight of him. He’s not perfectly sculpted like some model, but he’s fit, he’s strong. You can tell he’s worked hard every day to maintain the body. But not in the gym. He was rough around the edges with a scar that ran over one side of his stomach.
I trace it with my finger, not remembering seeing it the last time I saw him shirtless. “What happened there?”
