Page 62 of A Reckless Memory

Just us together. And that was enough. For now.

My climax built, and this time I did bend back to wrap my hands around his neck, tipping my face up and to the side to rest against his cheek. He angled to lick across my lips and cupped a breast, his fingers lightly massaging.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kicked his hips forward. “Watch yourself come.”

Normally, that’d be the last thing I wanted to do. My wispy hair sprayed in every direction, but his fingers kneaded my breast and glided across my tight nipple and the muscles of his arms flexed. I didn’t recognize myself or the way I moved and shifted as he thrust. My climax hit hard.

“Ansen!”

“That’s it, Ags. Let me see you come.”

I was captivated by the sight we made. His big body behind me. The way he didn’t let up as I shuddered in his hold. How he went rigid behind me, his lips pulling back and his embrace banding me to him as he spilled his hot release inside me.

He didn’t let me go when he was done. I held us up with my hands planted on the counter. Outside, Tex barked by the front door.

The corner of Ansen’s mouth lifted. “Finished just in time.” He kissed my neck. “Now that I’m done plowing you, I’m going to plow some snow.”

“That was bad.” I giggled.

He grinned and pulled out of me, then slapped my ass as he sauntered out of the bathroom.

“You don’t have to move snow,” I called as I rescued the band he’d tossed on the counter to keep my hair out of my face. “That part’s not your job.”

He appeared back in the doorway, his flagging erection tucked into his underwear. His brows were drawn together. “This part isn’t about work, Aggie. You know that, right?”

“I know.” I tied my hair back and faced him. We’d just had sex, but his gaze trailed down my nude body. Like that, I was hot again. “I want you to know that it’s not expected.”

He studied me, then a sly smile crossed his face. “What I know is that we both want to play with the skid steer in the snow.”

“Dibs.”

He laughed as he walked away. “Save some for me.”

When I looked back in the mirror to double-check my quickie ponytail and the cloud of fluff it made, I caught my gigantic grin. How long had it been since I’d smiled like that?

I bit my lower lip and finished getting ready. If I kept going down that line of thinking, I’d start wondering where we went from here or whether I was absurdly optimistic when I had built a big house. The one time I’d had those thoughts before, it ended. So I’d enjoy today and quit worrying about the future. For now.

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Ansen

The sun had come out with a vengeance, and the temperature was approaching freezing. I didn’t have sunglasses, but the glare of the sun on the snow was going to sear my retinas. Cowboy hats were no good for the glare coming off the ground, and I wasn’t wearing my hat anyway. I had stuffed a black stocking hat on my head.

On the plus side, the snow kept the dust down, and the hard work was welcome. I’d been fixing as much as I could around the property, but winter wasn’t a good time for construction projects, installing new fences, or landscaping of any sort. It felt good to work up a sweat, and I welcomed the cold air.

I was shoveling by the garage door when a thud hit between my shoulder blades. I turned to find Aggie, in her dusky-blue stocking hat with the fluffy ball on the top that reminded me of her hair, giggling.

“You’re playing with fire, Aggie baby.” I stooped to grab a handful of snow, but before I could form a snowball, she fired off another.

I twisted, but it struck me in the shoulder. Finishing mine, I lobbed it at her half-heartedly.

She rolled her eyes. “Is that the best you can do, slick?”

It was the slick. It got me every time. I rested the shovel handle against the garage door and gathered more snow. Before I could get a second decent snowball made, one busted against my hat, raining cold snow into my collar. “That’s it.”

I abandoned my snowball attempt and sprinted for her. She squealed and rounded the skid steer. Tex barked from somewhere behind me as I chased down his human.

Her black snow pants made whisking sounds as she ran. I slipped and skidded in the snow she’d moved with her equipment, but I caught up to her as she was climbing the ridge formed from pushed snow.

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