Page 38 of Desert Heat

She closed her eyes. “This feels so good. Almost like home.”

“I know what you mean. I miss the heat of the sun.”

“It’s what they call an Indian summer up here. A surprise, warm and sunny day during the thick of fall.”

The farmer driving the John Deere our wagon is hitched to ambled over a rut in the pasture causing me to fall on top her.

“Oops,” I breathed, picking straw from her hair. She opened her eyes; so close to mine.

“Hunter, “ she breathed, placing her arms behind my neck.

I swallowed hard.

There was nothing the clarity of want in her gaze. Want for a man who doesn’t truly exist. Me backing off only fed her desire. It was working, just like Regan said it would.

Guilt was a mother fucker kicking me in the gut. She moved her head up to fuse our lips, but I pulled away.

“I’m not a good guy, Savannah.”

Her brow furrowed as she contemplated my words. “… we all have secrets. A past.”

“I’m not who you think I am…”

“An overprotective, alpha, jerk with marginal cooking skills?” She teases not understanding the gravity of my guilt.

“… I’ve done bad things.”

“I figured. The way you laid those assholes from the rush party out. Picking them off one by one, using the hidden rage burning inside… I saw what you keep hidden. You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay. Whatever happened in your past… I won’t wake it up. I trust you.”

My throat worked. She was offering her heart and body on a platter to me exactly how I wanted.

But I wished it were real. That she was giving her all to River Cruz not Hunter Northport…

“Don’t trust me. I’ve never been committed to a girl. Never had to answer to anyone that way or compromise. I want everything my way.”

“I noticed. I’m still here. Hoping we can try this… I’ve been lonely for so long, hiding behind this tough girl persona… having you, Tank and Brandi in my life is filling it with so much friendship and fun… I never had those things.”

“At least I gave you that.”

“Give me more,” she breathes a second before her lips come up to meet mine.

“Savvy,” I groaned, fusing our lips. “Baby, I wish we could be everything…”

Words were lost after that as we melted into one another. I’d never been to a pumpkin patch… saw changing leaves… or smelled the crispness of fall in the air.

My world was becoming a kaleidoscope of new things weaving together with her at the center of it all.

And I was a bastard through and through, Enough of one to take everything under a lie just to feel like I could live a different life. I grasp my chance at my “what if” with both hands. I took from her, knowing she was in my arms on borrowed time.

Savvy growled as we kissed again, the little minx reversing our positions as she took what she wanted from our kiss while rubbing her sweet spot against the bulge in my jeans.

“Easy girl,” the rides almost over.

“I haven’y even got on yet,” she pouted as I smacked her ass. I made sure to scowl hard at the old farmer, watching her instead of where he was driving through the maze of pumpkins.

“Tonight,” she whispered against my lips. “You are all mine.” I stood up, scooped her onto my lap, letting her ass settle against my semi. “So, you think you can handle me, princess?”

“Are you worried that won’t fit in me?” She opened her eyes wide in feigned innocence as her ass slowly rubbed in my lap.

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