Page 113 of Wild Eyes
“Where you headed, fancy face?” I ask, trailing behind her. I’m on edge, and I want to get home. I want to sink into bed with her. Get lost in her.
“To see what the view is like from in here,” she muses as she spins slowly in place. “I like watching you ride.”
At the fence, I prop my elbows on the top board and observe her. Cut-off shorts, toned legs, and loose crew neck draping off one shoulder.
I swallow when I realize there’s no bra strap in sight. Then my teeth clamp because I don’t want to talk about my work. I want to be home. In bed. Naked with her.
“I thought you were writing songs.” I’d have to be blind to not to notice her watching me. Sometimes I swear I can feel her gaze roving my skin without so much as glancing her way.
“Trying to.”
I rake my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated sigh as I turn and peer over my shoulder toward the main house. “Sky, let’s g?—”
“But I usually end up eye fucking you instead. You should see how good your arms look when you’re on a horse.”
“I thought you were a fan of my thighs?” I grit out as I turn back to her.
“Your dick too,” she murmurs as she casually pulls a tube of lipstick out of her pocket.Thelipstick. The red lipstick she wears when she’s out. She stares at the gold tube like she can’t remember how it got there, then shrugs and applies it. I watch her raptly, the fullness of her lips giving way under the pressure of each swipe, eyes zeroing in on mine.
Just watching her is giving me far too many ideas.
“The mouth on you, girl.”
The things she says. The way she smiles. Those fucking lips.
“What about it?”
The air crackles between us, and I care a lot less about getting back to the house.
Suddenly, right here will do.
I duck through the boards and saunter toward her. She pockets the lipstick, and her chest rises as she sucks in a breath. Skylar isn’t short by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m still tall enough to glare down at her. To tower over her when I get close enough, forcing her head back to make eye contact just by being bigger than her.
“Your mouth?” I dip my head to whisper roughly in her ear. “Filthy.”
Her breath stutters and her eyes flash with heat. Even though I’m towering over her, she’s not the least bit intimidated by me. The fragile woman who showed up here all those weeks ago is nothing more than a memory. My chest swells with pride.
But I also realize I’ve loved every iteration of this woman. The terrified one on the highway. The frantic one in the bunkhouse. The introspective one at the beach. The jealous one at the fair.
And the one who’s looking at me right now like she wants to eat me alive.
I reach up and swipe a thumb over her lips, dragging them to the side just enough to smudge her lipstick. Getting off on the way her breathing quickens as her eyes darken.
My thumb comes away a bit red. “This goddamn lipstick.” I shake my head as I stare down at it. “Been thinking about fucking it right off your fancy face since the first day you wore it.”
A small moan catches in her throat, and I peek up to catch her tongue darting out over her soft lips. Still plenty of red painted across them as they curve up into a smirk.
“All talk, no action makes West a dull b?—”
I cut off her taunt by wrapping my hand around her delicate throat. “Skylar, get on your knees.”
My fingers tighten, but she lowers herself with excitement in her eyes, dropping to the sand at my feet as my hand slips from her neck to her hair.
“Now what?” Her palms brace on my thighs and she stares up at me like she’s waiting for direction. “You can’t just talk a big game like that and then go quiet on?—”
“You’re really full of opinions tonight, huh?” My fingers clench in her hair, my boots shifting in the sand. “Quit fucking around. Undo my pants, Sky. Pull my cock out. Put that smart mouth to use.”
She smirks at me but follows my directions. Her fingers nimbly undo my belt, button, and zipper. Skylar makes quick work of my jeans and boxers and a rush of cool air caresses my bare cock as it springs free between us.
