My head thunked against the wood as I ran out of room to retreat. “But—”
He slanted his hungry mouth over mine. And just in case any part of me came to my senses, his palm slid over my hip, across my back, and straight up my spine, until his hand locked on the back of my neck, his long fingers threading through my hair under my bandana.
My duffel slipped from my fingertips and my hand curled into his damp T-shirt, twisting the cotton, pulling him in for more.
I had no fucking clue how I was going to stick to my own agreement. A blend of anger, surrender, and desperation—our kiss the other night wrung me inside out, leaving me vulnerable.
Today—this kindred craving we found in the last quiet breaths before our lips met would prove impossible to ignore.
And even harder to let go of when this was all over.
“I bet you kiss all the girls in this barn,” I murmured into his hot mouth—to reel him in, to reel me in, who knew…maybe both of us.
“I’ve never kissed anyone in this barn.”
Because this barn was his sanctuary and the track—his lover.
His tongue slid along mine and began its retreat—until I drew it back by sucking it between my teeth.
He growled then, with a roll of his hips grinding some seriously lengthy, hard dick against me, making my closed eyes rolled back in my head.
I bet he knew how to use every last inch of it.
“Mayhem?” he murmured against my mouth.
“Hmmm,” I said before sinking my teeth into his bottom lip.
He hissed and pressed his forehead to mine the minute I let his soft flesh go. “I want you to remember something.”
“Mmmhmmm,” I hummed as I scored my nails over his chest, eliciting a hungry sound from low in his throat.
“You said you trust your instincts about me. Just remember that,” he said, taking my hand and laying my palm against his thundering heart. His ragged breath brushed my cheek as his hot, dark eyes raked over me. “When we get started today. Remember…there’s a reason for everything.”