Page 105 of Small Town Firsts
KIRA
FIREFLIES
He staggered a little,then shook his head. “One of these times we’re going to pass out in this heat.”
“Worth it.” I leaned back on the bench, wincing a little when a cup rolled against my wrist and the heel of my palm landed in something sticky. “We kinda made a mess.”
“We sure did. Don’t move.” He pinched his fingers around the base of his cock and pulled free of me, holding onto the condom. “No elegant way to do this one either.”
I laughed as he waddled backwards, his pants down around his knees. I let my head fall back as I swung my feet, content to get a little air on my overheated skin from the fan above. And there was no harm in enjoying the flashing bug butts once more. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.
“Sunshine, you destroy me.”
When I focused on him again, he was already making his way across the room. He disappeared into the back, returning with towels and what looked like a shirt. Unfortunately, his pants were zipped, but they were still unbuttoned. Damn distracting man. His hair was massive after I’d gotten my hands in it, his curls expanding in the humidity.
Now, I could see exactly why he used braids to tamp it down. I suppose cutting it would be smart, but I wasn’t mad that he didn’t.
Mercy, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen up close and in real life. The fact that he wanted me so much was confounding as much as it was amazing.
I loved that he made me feel so sexy. Here I was, post sex blissed out with all the hormones making me stupid and I still hadn’t jumped off the bench to cover up.
I hissed out a breath as he stood in front of me and dragged the cool towel over my thighs, nudging me open wider. That he didn’t just throw the towel at me, but instead cleaned me up gently made my heart trip and my chest tighten.
“I can do that.”
“Let me take care of you.”
My breath stalled in my chest, but I let him. I lifted a hand to his curls as he diligently cooled me down with the towel.
He leaned down to kiss me lightly. The tiniest slip of tongue at my lower lip. “I missed you.”
“I was here,” I said quietly.
He cupped my face. “So capable. You astound me with how capable and efficient you are. That you don’t need me.”
I frowned. “I do. I couldn’t do this without you.”
“You could. I’ve been little better than a hired hand lately.” He bent down to grab my shorts and underwear. Instead of handing me both, he tucked my underwear into his pocket. He grinned. “You can have these.”
I snatched my shorts out of his hand. “Gee, thanks.”
He handed me the shirt. “Don’t think you want to try to get back into your sweaty clothes. I won’t even be mad when your spectacular tits stretch out this shirt.” His wolfish smile made me snort.
I quickly tugged the shirt on and gasped as he lifted me off his work bench and gently set me on the floor. I should be used to him picking me up at this point, but it still shocked the hell out of me every time.
I quickly put my shorts on and tried not to focus on the fact that I was going commando under them. Especially when everything was still so sensitive. But the more important issue at hand was how out of sorts Ronan was.
He started picking up the shrapnel of our impromptu…tension breaker. It started out as fucking, but as usual, it never stayed just sex between us. And it always left me unbalanced because I couldn’t stick him in the careful boxes I was used to.
I stilled his hand. “Why do you think you aren’t pulling your weight?”
He braced under my touch, but said nothing.
“I know you’re working in here. The proof is in the massive fermenter back there. What’s the problem you’re having after that?”
“I’ve created four bases from the apples in this orchard. Hell, I even used some pears in one of them.”
Surprise kicked in my belly. “I didn’t realize we still had pear trees.” It had been one of the experiments in a few of the back acres of the orchard to try other trees. Unfortunately, pear trees were notoriously prone to bacterial issues and required a lot more work than Beckett was willing to put into them.
