Page 142 of Touch the Sky
I give her another peck on the tip of her nose and then motion towards the curtain.
“Go wait out there, and then maybe I’ll let you buy these for me.”
The new plan was to whip up some pasta for dinner at home, but we don’t even make it to the kitchen. As soon as I shut the truck off, we’re both sprinting around to the back, the brown paper bag from the tack shop bouncing in Jacinthe’s arms.
Jamilla has taken Ali and Shel out to a movie tonight, and Gabrielle is having dinner at Natalie’s parents’ place. Turns out it’s pretty easy to get the house to ourselves when we can actually ask for it.
I still make sure to lock the door behind us just in case. I’m not making that mistake ever again.
Jacinthe hurries ahead of me to the bedroom. By the time I join her inside, she’s already flopped down on her back with her hands tucked behind her head. The chaps are set out on the edge of the comforter.
“You think you’re getting a show?” I demand.
She puts on a faux innocent expression. “I was just having a little rest, but now that you mention it, I would not say no to some entertainment.”
I grab a spare pillow from beside her and throw it at her face.
“Hey!” she squawks, batting it away.
“You’re cheeky tonight,” I tell her. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”
I walk to the end of the bed and turn my back to her before reaching for the top button of my shirt. I hear her breath catch.
I work my way down the buttons. By the time I’m pulling the shirt off me, her breathing has turned ragged.
I drop my bra to the floor. She swears.
“Entertained yet?” I ask, smirking at her over my shoulder.
Her eyes are back to bulging out of her head again, and her mouth is hanging wide open.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I kick off my slacks and then reach for the chaps. She makes a garbled sound of protest.
“Oh?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something else you want?”
She wants me completely naked first, and we both know it. I make her wait a couple more seconds, my fingertips skating over the band of my underwear.
Just when I think she might be about to spontaneously combust, I tug them down my thighs.
“God fucking damn,” she hisses, before following that up with a long string of significantly more profane French.
I let the underwear drop to the floor before I unfurl the chaps. The brand new leather makes a sharp snapas I shake them out in front of me.
“You know, it’s a good thing I don’t actually ride in chaps,” I say while pulling the first leg on. “You would have lost your shit that first time we went out on a trail ride.”
Her eyes are tracking my every movement, like a predator waiting to strike.
“I’ll give you something to ride in chaps tonight,” she mutters.
I laugh even as a wave of heat races up my skin.
There’s so much we haven’t tried yet, and I want it all with her.
By the time I get the chaps buckled, she’s sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She shimmies all the way to the very edge of the mattress and spreads her legs wide so I can stand between her thighs.
She slides her hands around to squeeze my bare ass, and her eyes practically roll back in her head.
