Page 34 of Giddy-Up
More nodding ensued as she took his hand and was led outside.As usual, he didn’t push for conversation as he ushered her inside his truck and rounded the front.Even as they drove through the ranch’s dirt roads their silence remained comfortable.
When they finally pulled to a stop, Wade spoke.“So, I know we haven’t gone far, andtechnicallywe are in the middle of a field.”There was no technically about it.They were definitely in a field.“But I was thinking about where I could take you that was crowd free, had a good view, and that would feed you well.”
“It’s definitely crowd free.”She smiled.“The view is...a field.And food wise...are we testing out the farm to table idea?”
Wade’s deep laugh filled the cab.God.Even that was sexy.She watched on, fascinated, as dimples punctuated his grin.And bright blue eyes glistened as they caught the last of the sun.It was then she realized something.She didn’t have to wait.She didn’t have to spend their whole date nervous about what would happen after it.She could do this now.Then they could enjoy the rest of the evening.
Go on then.
There was the catch.If she wanted to do this—she had to initiate it.
Before she got too in her head, she leaned over and did the only thing she could think of.She kissed him.And she continued kissing him even when he gasped in shock.
It was a messy exchange, and she was sure she was doing it wrong.Clumsily.Luckily, before she knew it, Wade’s shock was gone, and he was taking control.Just the way she liked it.
Big hands cradled her face as he managed to get deeper.The taste of his tongue making her brain fuzzy.And her skin feeling hotter and hotter as he thrust her back.His hard chest pushing into her soft one.
Wade drew back slowly, until choppy breaths were moistening her lips.
“Goddamn, petal.”He sighed.“You kiss me like that again, and we’re not gonna make it through dinner.”
“We can eat later.”Am I panting?
This time, Wade backed up further, until he was looking into her.
Yep.I’m panting.
“That’s what you want?”he asked as his gaze darkened.
It took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t just talking about the food.And when she did, she was nodding again.But he didn’t look convinced.
“I’m gonna need words, darlin’.”
She didn’t understand the concern wrinkling his brow.Or the scrape in his voice.Weren’t men supposed to want this?You would think they’d jump at the chance of skipping over the formalities and getting on with the good stuff.
“That’s what I want,” she announced, with a lot more confidence in her voice than in her stomach.
Thankfully, her declaration seemed to be enough to satisfy him as moments later his mouth was back on hers, prying her apart as he lowered them down into the leather seat.
Riley didn’t know if it was the feel of his body pressing into hers or the feral noises she was swallowing but she suddenly felt desperate.Desperate for more.Desperate for everything.She needed to feel his skin.Taste it.Get a good look at what exactly was currently pushing between her thighs and making her want to scream.
Wade’s mouth was on the move.His wet lips skimming her jaw and tracing her ear.“Spread your legs,” he rasped.
She obeyed immediately, her dress hitching up as she made room for his hard body.As soon as he repositioned himself her head fell back and an embarrassingly loud whimper filled the cab.And it only got louder as he bared his teeth and dragged them down her throat.Nipping.Sucking.Kissing.All while his hips did magical things.
Oh.Wow.
But as his head dipped lower, panic began to set in.Could he feel just how wet her panties had become?Was she too wet?Was that a thing?So many questions and no one to answer them.And it wouldn’t look great if she pulled out her phone mid-thrust to google it.
Stop overthinking it.He’s going to be inside of you for God’s sake.Who cares if your panties are wet, they’re not going to stay on long anyway.
Yes.True.She welcomed sensible thoughts for once.Now she could get back to moaning just in time for Wade’s hand to push up her dress.
“Fuck,” his hand was on her hip, his thumb leisurely stroking back and forth over the flimsy red lace as he stared down.The rise and fall of his chest becoming more labored with each breath.“On your stomach,” he demanded.
Guess he wants to look at the back—or lack of it.
She did as she was told.Carefully twisting on the narrow seat until she was inhaling leather.
