Page 23 of Starting Our Chance

As Duke’s mouth climbed higher, pressing kisses along my collar bone, my heart raced and my fingers tightened their hold. His lips finally slanted over my mouth as he slipped his fingers inside my panties. I leaned into the kiss, opening my mouth to his insistent nudging. A whole new set of thoughts entered my mind as his tongue began to slowly and sensually flick around my mouth.

Sexy thoughts.

Thoughts that I had only dared to indulge in about my neighbor boy when it was the dark of night. Thoughts that were unfolding into a new reality as his fingers began to touch me.

Sighing into the kiss, I brought my hands up to cup his face. I was more than aware that I was holding something very precious in my hands. And it was frightening! One wrong step and I could hurt both of us. But Christ help me, I couldn’t get enough of this man. And as our kiss became hotter, I lost myself to him. In the back of my mind, there was a voice crying that I needed to be careful with him. But I was tired of keeping Duke at arm’s length—especially when he felt so good in my arms.

A little whimper escaped my mouth as his fingers picked up speed, and another slipped inside me. Drawing back, Duke smiled in a slow, lazy way. “Thanks for the help with the cows.”

“Anytime,” I panted. “As long as I get this out of the deal, count me in.”

His mouth slanted over mine and we crashed back together, our bodies tangling against the couch. A great hand scooped my ass, hitching me tighter against him. I looped my leg around his as we reclined long ways on the couch.

Those fingers were making me wild, and I bucked against his touch. There were reasons to go slowly, but now that we were in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t remember why. I just wanted more.

We were finally doing this.

“You’re so wet for me, Gorgeous.” His soft whisper tickled my lips.

I moaned, and his shush reminded me that we couldn’t be too crazy tonight. But soon. Soon, we could.

I was soaked, aching for him to help me reach that point I desperately needed to attain. My fingers crept for his blue jeans. He stilled and shook his head. “Not tonight. This is my way of thanking you. Lay back and enjoy.”

I sighed and rocked into his touch.

“So tight. So wet.” His fingers worked faster. Dropping his lips to my neck, Duke sucked on the sensitive skin between my neck and jaw.

I gasped as he stroked deeper. The tension inside built to that high peak.

Duke hummed in appreciation. “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers.”

I tried to stay as quiet as possible, but I was thrashing underneath him; I was so close. Melting into his body, all I could hear was my hoarse breathing. Any moment now.

Those fingers continued to rub inside me, deep and sure. I looked him right in the eye and silently begged him to give me what I wanted. His fingers gave one final thrust, and I bucked against him as the waves of my orgasm rushed through me.

The pleasure left me breathless.

In a ragged voice, I muttered, “You can let your cows out whenever you want.”

A deep laugh rumbled in Duke’s chest. He pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine. “How about we just make this a regular thing?”

“Sounds good,” I lazily murmured as my insides continued to contract with pulsing fulfillment. “Only next time, let’s go to your place. This couch is barely big enough for the both of us.”

“You can come over anytime this weekend.” Duke pecked my nose with a kiss. “I need you to stay away this week.”

Duke’s words caused me to blink through my post-orgasm haze. His response caused a seed of worry. “A whole week of teasing?”

Duke must have felt my shoulders slump, because he quickly added that we could find time to see each other during the week. He explained that it was just his house that was off limits because of the hay-making and farm hands working next door. With a cheeky grin, he said, “The walls are paper thin, Gorgeous.”

I didn’t want him to see my uncertainty. My insecurities were too much for me to handle, and there was no way I was dumping them on the boy next door. So, in response, I brought my lips to his ear and promised, “I’m going to make you come so hard, they’ll hear your yell from two counties over.” Then, dragging my teeth to his earlobe, I bit down, hard. The hiss I was rewarded with soon turned into a goodnight and then a good-bye that I did not want to hear.

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