Page 49 of Spur of the Moment
Her cheeks heated and she looked away. “Worried about you?” She scoffed. “Please.”
When she met my gaze, she saw the look in my eye before I moved. She darted in the opposite direction and I ran after her, catching her before she made it even ten steps. I wrapped my arms around her middle, lifting her feet off the ground.
She screamed, but I saw the smile on her face. “Bailey! Let me go!”
My fingers skittered around her stomach, causing a laugh to escape her lips. “Not until you admit it.”
My hat fell off with her struggle, landing in the dirt. “Oh, now you’ve done it.” I dropped to my knees, lowering her to the ground. She tried to squirm away from me, but I got her on her back, pinning her hips as I straddled her. She tried to push against my shoulders, but I grabbed her hands, bringing them above her head and holding them in the dirt.
Our chests touched as we tried to control our rapid breathing. “Admit it, Huckleberry.”
She shook her head, her hair fanning out in the dirt. She pursed her lips as if to give the impression they were sealed.
I only took that as a challenge and lowered my head, our noses touching at the tip. Her eyes blazed up at me as tension crept up between us.
“You care about me.” She gave no response, but I felt the slight shift in her hips.
Bringing my mouth closer to hers, my lips brushed against her skin as I spoke, my voice deeper. “Don’t make me force it out of you, Lettie.”
She parted her lips as her arms relaxed under my hold. I knew what I was doing to her, and I fucking loved it. She was dropping her defenses one by one.
“Why the hell would I care about you?”
I smirked, shifting to hold both her hands in one of mine. My other hand glided down her hair, trailing along her neck all the way to her hips. I watched as her eyes glazed over and brought my hand between her legs, adding a bit of pressure against the material of her jeans. “Because I know if I didn’t have these skin tight jeans in between us right now, I’d feel just how soaked you are for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
“I’d say you’ve touched me quite a lot in the past few minutes, actually,” she snarked.
Drawing my hand away, I brought it up her body to wrap it around her neck, not adding any pressure. My thumb stroked her pulse point as I felt it beat rapidly. “You’ve got a mouth on you.”
Her body arched in response, her neck pressing slightly against my palm due to the movement. I kept my hold light, letting her add any pressure if she wanted it.
“Maybe I should put it to better use than mouthing off to me, huh?”
Her eyes flamed, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. She wanted it. She wantedme.
But now wasn’t the time or place.
I released her in one swift movement, grabbing my hat behind me and standing up. After placing my cowboy hat on my head, I reached down to grab her hand, pulling her up. Our chests bumped each other as she stared up at me.
“We’ve got work to do, Lettie.”
I left her standing there as I walked back around to the front of the barn to grab some tools.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t control myself around her. My hands itched to touch her, even when she wasn’t around.
That woman was my kryptonite, and I had to admit, I liked how weak she made me. If there was anyone on this planet that could bring me to my knees, it’d be Lettie Bronson.
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We worked through the midday heat, making progress on replacing the old boards that used to make up the stalls. Anytime I caught Lettie watching me, she’d quickly avert her gaze, busying her hands on whatever she was working on.
It was cute, seeing her so flustered. Though we’d been intimate in the hotel, I wanted her to initiate it this time. Once she did, I’d know there was no stopping the inevitable. But until then, I’d wait.
Lettie walked behind me from where I crouched, messing with the hinge on an old stall door. The butt of her jeans was covered in dirt from where she’d been sitting on the ground, but it just made her all the more attractive.
She bent over to pick up a few slats of wood when she dropped them, letting out a hiss. I dropped the screwdriver in my hand and ran over to where she was still bent over.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she reached her hand behind her, rubbing at a spot on her back.
