Page 65 of Spur of the Moment
Bailey was wearing a baseball capbackwardsinstead of his typical cowboy hat. The fact that he was all sweaty, sexy, and around a woman other than me grinded my gears. Bailey wasn’t mine to be jealous over, but I felt it all the same.
I didn’t miss the smirk that lifted the corner of Bailey’s lips. I also didn’t miss the way his ass looked with his bandana sticking out his back pocket as he jumped off the edge of the tailgate. “You good with the rest, Val?”
Val?
She totally ignored me, instead reaching down to lift the tailgate and acting like it was too heavy. Bailey lifted it for her, slamming it closed. How do you volunteer at a horse rescue and you can’t close a tailgate?
“I can load the rest into the back seat. Thanks for your help, Bailey.” She flashed him a sweet smile, all her teeth on display. “Nice seeing you, Lettie.” She regarded me for less than two seconds before walking around to the back door of the truck.
Bailey wiped at the sweat on his forehead with his forearm as he faced me, the moisture glistening on his tan arms.
Before I could say anything stupid, I grabbed his hand, tugging him behind me over to the halfway repaired red barn. Once inside, I dropped his hand, spinning around to face him.
“What’s the emergency?” he asked.
“I didn’t like that.”
His brows furrowed in confusion, but a few seconds later, a smile reached his mouth as realization dawned on him. “Are you jealous?”
I crossed my arms. “Jealous? Please.”
He took a step closer, towering over me. “You’re jealous of Volunteer Valerie.”
How many more nicknames did he have for her?
I pursed my lips, then threw my hands down to my sides. “Okay, fine. I’m jealous.”
He shook his head, a small chuckle coming out of him.
“What?” I demanded.
“You don’t need to be jealous of her, or anyone, in fact.”
“Why do you say that?”
He lowered his head slightly. Fuck, I wish he wore backwards baseball caps more often. I didn’t think he could get any sexier, but twist that hat around? I’d drop my panties in this damn barn if he asked.
“Because I only have eyes for you, Lettie. It’s always been you.”
I barely had time to swallow before he pressed his lips to mine, cupping my face in his hands. My fingers wrapped around his wrists as I met his pace, our lips melting together.
I wanted to be able to kiss him whenever and wherever I wanted, but that wouldn’t happen unless I admitted how I felt and what I wanted. I needed to start voicing my feelings and stop hiding from them. That was the only way this would work.
I pulled back, his hands lowering slightly to cup my jawline, his thumbs rubbing circles on my cheeks.
“It’s always been you, too, Bailey.”
His eyes narrowed the slightest bit. “Really?”
I nodded. “I don’t want this to ruin us.”
“No ruination can come from the two of us being together. I promise.”
I searched his face, seeing that he meant it. There was no hint of humor or sarcasm in his voice. “How do you know? How are you so willing to risk it?”
“Because I don’t think I could go through this lifewithoutrisking it for you.”
Within a breath, his lips were back on mine, devouring me, a sense of urgency and demand in the way his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Now that I knew what he tasted like, how much he truly wanted me and me alone, I never wanted this to stop. Kissing, touching, whispered sweet-nothings, I wanted it all.
