Page 83 of Tough Love

“Yes, Hudson,” she drawls and moves closer. “Mick is lovely.”

“Only you would be able to get that old grump to talk, Adeline Howard.”

“He’s lovely, had a hard life. But I don’t really want to talk about Mick...”

“Aren’t you tired, sweet girl?”

“Nope.” The word pops off her lips. Those brown eyes light up, swallowing me whole. Her hands press to my coat before slipping inside it.

I crowd her into the side of the horse and take her hands in mine. They’re cold. I rub the backs of them with my thumbs while I dip my head, mouth by her ear, breath brushing her neck. “We are gonna freeze out here... That tent is calling our name.”

“I don’t hear anything,” she coos, arching into me.

Jesus, Addy.

My cock is stretching the small space it has in my Wranglers. Blood disappears from my brain, filling my head with nothing but the image of her naked in my house, against the wall. What I wouldn’t do to be there right now. “You realize you are going to end up with frostbite being naked out here, right?”

“But this view and you naked would so be worth it, Huddy.” She nips my ear, and her mouth travels down my neck.

“Addy,” I growl.

She really will get frostbite. And that isn’t something you want so far from medical help. I scoop her up and she squeals.

“Shhhh, you want to wake the old men?”

She giggles and nuzzles my neck. I walk us back to the tent and set her down on the blankets. When the zipper is thoroughly closed, I turn back to find Addy peeling off her clothes, one by one. Slowly.

I stand by the tent flaps, chest heaving. Cock rock hard. Hands curling, aching to touch her, to hold her. To make her say my name like a prayer.

But when I take a step toward her, she shakes her head and holds a finger to her lips.

Fuck.

She steps out of her jeans.

Unbuttons her shirt and lets it fall to the blankets.

Her thermal knitted undershirt, she tugs over her head and tosses aside.

In only her underwear, she stands with thosecome hereeyes. So I take a step forward, and she shakes her head again, gaze dipping to my coat. I pull off my hat and toss it to the wayside. Boots follow next.

“Come on, Huddy. I have been thinking about you all damn day. Watching you working the cattle, you and Rocket. God, I was so damn wet.”

My breath shallows out.

I unbuckle my belt and lose the jeans, standing in my button-down shirt and socks. A gorgeous smile claims her face and her breath is ragged. I run a hand through my hair and start on the top button. Addy appears in front of me, and her hands close over mine. “Let me.”

Her fingers work the buttons, one at a time, slow, as her eyes hold mine. It’s torture of the best possible kind. I raise a hand to touch her face and she bats it away. “Ah, no.”

“You have no idea how much I wanna touch you right now.”

Her lips part. “I have a pretty good idea.”

When the last button is released, she slides my shirt off, revealing the t-shirt underneath. Her nails drag down my neck and over my chest, splaying out around my ribs and down to the hem of my shirt. A heartbeat later, it hits the blankets. And now I stand with the world’s hardest erection in nothing but socks. I try again, one hand moving toward her hip. Swatting it away again, she whispers, “Nope, not yet.”

I groan and she huffs a sweet laugh, dropping to her knees. She taps my foot and I lift it. Her fingers sweep the wool from my feet. One then the other. When both feet are unsheathed and I stand trembling, she rises to her feet, resting her hands on my shoulders.

I search her gaze. “Addy.”

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