Page 7 of The Biker's Last Rodeo
I twist my wrist once more as I watch his massive frame move back and forth in the barn. I can’t see clearly, as the sun has started to dip and cast shadows, but I think he’s feeding horses or maybe pretending to. Clearly, this guy is crazy.
Why am I into it? Why do I hope he takes me to the very edge and doesn’t bring me back?
Kera is right, I do need help. That said, my skin is buzzing, and every time I glance his way, my panties soak a little more.
His broad shoulders, his slow movements, his maddening calm. It’s like he’s got the world on a leash and I’m his latest tether.
The rope creaks softly as I shift my weight. The post is rough behind my back, the air thick with dust and the scent ofhay and leather. Somewhere in the distance, a horse snorts, and I swear I hear the cowboy murmur something low and soothing.
I should have known he’s good with animals and everything else wild… including me.God, please tell me I didn’t just think that.
There’s nothing good about the way he’s treating me. He’s tied me to a post, he practically kidnapped me, and he hasn’t said one nice thing yet. This isn’t romance. It’s recklessness, knotted tight and daring me to like it.
Spoiler alert… I love it.
I huff out a breath, frustrated with myself for whatever mental illness I have that’s enjoying all this, and call out, “You planning on leaving me out here all night, or is this just foreplay?”
There’s a pause, then the sound of boots on dirt. He steps out of the shadows, wiping his hands on a rag, eyes locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world worth looking at.
“Depends,” he says, voice low, “you done thinkin’ yet?”
I lift my chin. “I’ve thought about a lot of things. Mostly how you’re going to regret this when I get loose.”
He chuckles, slow and darkly. “That’s the spirit.”
And just like that, he starts walking toward me. His gaze steady, his jeans dirty and worn, that Stetson low and tipped.
Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I’ll wake up the second he touches me.
God, please don’t let me wake up. Please let this man spread my legs and take my virginity right here and now. Let him wreck me in all the best ways.
I need it!
Did I just pray for hot sex? I’m not sure the pastor would say that’s the right use of prayers.
Duke stops a breath away, dark eyes locked on mine, and I swear the universe narrows to the space between us.
He doesn’t touch me, not yet. He simply watches me like he’s waiting for something. Who knows what it is… I’m most definitely delusional at this point.
I tilt my chin up, just a little, just enough. It’s not intentional, I don’t think, but that’s all it takes.
His hand comes up, rough fingers brushing my jaw, and then his mouth is on mine, slow at first, like he’s testing the weight of it. Then deeper, hotter, like he’s been holding back for too long and finally decided to stop… and I let him.
God, I let him!
Chapter Four
Duke
She tastes like trouble. Sweet, stubborn, impossible trouble.
I didn’t mean to kiss her, not yet. I told myself I’d wait and keep things clean and my head on straight, but the second her chin tilted up with that little bit of defiance and want in her eyes, I was done.
Truth is, I was probably done long before that. Maybe even back in Texas when I caught on to her trailing me. I knew right then that I had to have her rebellious little ass bound and begging. Hell, the thought of it alone got me through countless lonely nights. I’d imagine her soft curves lying next to me, what she’d feel like bent over with her ass up, how tight she’d feel as I pressed inside of her, how fun it would be to have someone around who matches my energy and challenges my every thought.
Fuck.
With my hand still on her jaw, thumb brushing the soft curve of her cheek, I can feel her breathing against my chest like she’s trying to match my rhythm. I deepen the kiss without thinking, without planning, and it hits me like a gut punch.I want her.Not just her body, but her fire, her fight.
