Page 27 of Untamed

“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands moving to pull my hair out of its knot. His fingers tangle in the unkempt waves, tugging hard to make my head fall back. And then he’s kissing my neck. It’s covered in mud, but that doesn’t stop him.

He devours me.

My heart is threatening to jump right out of my chest, and I can’t catch my breath. I’m panicking. While I want to stay in this sexy little bubble with him, I’m terrified of what this is going to do to us. We just decided to be friends last night, and now we’re all over each other.

I refuse to be just another notch in his bedpost.

“Hayes,” I whimper as he bites the soft spot below my ear. “Hayes, wait.”

He stops and pulls away, his hands still twisted in my hair as he looks me over. He looks so concerned, like he’s hurt me.

“What are we doing?” I sound breathless.

“I’m kissing you.” He kisses me again, and I melt into him again, just for a second.

“We can’t.” I push a little on his chest, and he lets me get some room, but his hands are still on me, making sure I don’t run away. “We can’t do this.”

I lick my swollen lips, and it pulls his eyes back down.

“But I like kissing you.”

“We’re friends.”

“Friends kiss.”

I laugh and put a little more distance between us.

“I don’t want to be that type of friend to you. We just agreed to get back to normal, back to the old us. I don’t want to ruin it with this,” I tell him, gesturing between our bodies.

He sighs and drops his forehead to mine.

“Can I have one more for the road?”

I grab his face and laugh. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine,” he groans, giving the side of my ass a quick slap. “Get up, then, friend.”

That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I could’ve easily fucked him right here in the dirt, and I’m sure it would’ve been some of the best sex of my life. But I would’ve regretted the hell out of it once we were done. I don’t want him to fuck me just because I’m around — just because I’m the girl that’s giving him a chase.

“You gonna turn the wheel this time?” He’s trying to joke, but I can tell I sort of ruined the playful mood. Nothing will cool you off quicker than being told you’re just a friend.

I should know.

“We can try, but I’m tellin’ you this thing is stuck. We’re going to have to ask Rhett or someone for help.”

“I’d rather lose my left nut than ask Rhett for help and face his wrath.”

I snort.

“Drama queen,” I mumble to myself. “Let’s try again, then!”

So, she was right. Whatever. That thing was so stuck that I got drenched with disgusting field mud over and over again until she put a stop to it, saying I was going to catch my death if we didn’t walk back.

I reluctantly gave in.

“Let’s go to Wells first,” I say as it starts to rain.

“Okay,” she says with a shrug. “But he’s alone with the dogs today. It’s Poppy’s day off. He probably won’t be able to leave them.”

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