Page 46 of Wild and Unruly
He grunts, bending to slide my jeans down my legs. “Got thrown off a horse and landed roughly on some barbed wire fence.”
I gasp, watching him stand again. “You’re joking. That must have been traumatizing.”
Stetson grins and shrugs his big, muscly, strong, veryhandsome shoulders. Gah, have I ever seen shoulders that were so attractive before?
“I’m tough. I can take it.”
I blink and look back at him, “Take what?”
Stetson’s smile just seems to grow, and he steps into me, nodding above my head. “You wanna check out the bed?”
I glance to where there’s a closed window by the living quarters door. “We need to be quick.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.” He climbs the slim steps up to the bed and crawls in. Now, standing here in my underwear and about to climb the steps, I feel silly that I’ve rushed everything.
But then I think of him again, of the way he high-fived me, even if that was just to make me feel less embarrassed from my earlier one. Or the way he leaned over and kissed me before our run. Or hell, the way he can ride a horse like he was born to do so.
I climb the steps.
Seeing him rearrange the blankets and pillows that were up here, I briefly wonder how many people have done this in this same bed. Thankfully, I keep that wonderful thought to myself. It was not the thought I needed to be thinking right now.
Nor to say out loud when my body was humming with the type of energy it was. It was endearing to me that he was trying to make the space comfortable for us, that he was taking the time to lay out the pillows and blankets so we could both fit.
He turns, his gaze raking over my body, and I realize from his position that he’s got a straight shot down my bra. I start to crawl onto the bed, and he seizes my wrist, yanking me toward him. I laugh as I stumble into his chest and lock eyes with him.
Stetson spins us until I’m under him, his nearly naked bodylying over me. I can feel every heavy inch of him, and if this was a normal horse trailer without AC, I would be sweltering under both his body and the look in his eyes.
For a moment, he watches me. The look he gives me tells me that he’s having all sorts of emotions run rampant through him. His hand skims over my jaw before lightly clasping around my throat. I hold still, my body trembling with anticipation as I watch him.
His mouth collides with mine, feeling and expressing every ounce of emotion that’s been pent up for the past couple of weeks.
Has it really only been a couple of weeks? I feel as if I’ve known Stetson for a lifetime. With how safe I feel in his arms, I’m able to let go of all my reservations and just be myself with him.
My hand clings to his forearm, holding on while my other hand wraps under the backside of his shoulder, my nails digging in slightly to his tanned skin.
His mouth leaves mine, and he trails kisses down over my jaw and onto my neck, sucking lightly, his hand that was previously there working over my bra. I shift, lifting until I can get it off, desperate for skin on skin.
I have never wanted something this bad. I craved his skin on mine, his mouth on my own. I pull at him, showing him with my actions how impatient I am feeling. Our mouths fuse together once more, and I shimmy out of my panties, using a toe to grasp his boxers as well.
Our bodies move in a smooth tandem, neither of us pausing to ask each other questions, both just living in this wild moment where we’re finally coming together.
My heart leaps in my chest at the first touch of him betweenmy legs, and I open wider, wrapping my legs around him to draw him closer. I see him adjust, getting himself ready, and for a moment, there’s cool air between us as he does so.
Legs wrapped once more, Stetson pauses, and I can feel him looking at me, realizing then that my eyes have closed. He kisses one eyelid, then the other, before kissing the tip of my nose and down to my lips.
“Open your eyes for me, Bo.” His deep rumble moves over me in a vibration I feel all the way down to my toes, and I flutter them open, trying and failing to focus on the moment with him and not get lost in the ecstasy of what is about to happen.
I take in his rich-brown eyes and smile up at him, my body still humming underneath him. My hands glide over his shoulders and to the back of his head, my chest arching to meet his and I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of him and his cologne.
He takes that moment to move his body into mine, and I gasp, feeling that connection that I’ve been begging for from the moment we started this whole thing on top of that mountain. He moves us, finding a rhythm and making my body move to it.
Stetson’s strong arms pull me up, manipulating my body to his adjustments, and I’m so lost in the feeling of him that I just let him do what he needs to do, mostly because it feels too good for me to stop.
He moves, rolling us in the small space, and has me on top of him in seconds. I squeal, taking in the new position, and he smiles. “Sorry, I wanted to see you like this.”
I grin at him, moving to lay across his chest and move my hips, feeling him deeper now. Moving my arms above his head, I rest my forearms on the pillows there and relish the feeling ofhis skin against mine. His hands roam over my back, moving down to my backside and moving my hips along.
He groans and leans up, taking my lips for his own. I can’t believe how amazing this feels, but I also am in shock at how into this he seems.
