Page 74 of My Cowboy Trouble
Almost.
"Hold this," she says, pressing against me as she tries to align the new hinge. Her ass is right there, perfect and round in those painted-on jeans, and I have to think about lumber prices and feed costs and anything else boring to keep from embarrassing myself.
"Got it?"
"Yeah." My voice comes out rougher than intended.
"You okay back there?"
"Perfect."
"Liar. You're thinking about sex."
"I'm always thinking about sex. It's my default setting."
She laughs, wiggling against me in a way that's definitely intentional. "Even during gate repair?"
"Especially during gate repair. Very erotic, gates."
"You're ridiculous."
"You like ridiculous."
"I do." She turns in my arms, the gate forgotten. "I really do."
The heat in her eyes makes my blood surge. "Kenzie..."
"I know we should finish the gate." Her hands slide up my chest. "But I can't stop thinking about yesterday. About you defending me without me asking. About you holding my hand this morning. About you telling me things you don't tell anyone. About how you look at me like..."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm worth it. Worth the risk."
"You are." I press her back against the fence post, caging her in. "You're worth a hell of a lot."
She kisses me, and this time there's nothing soft about it. It's all heat and need and three weeks of tension finally snapping. Her hands are in my hair, her body pressed against mine, and I forget we're outside where anyone could see.
"Asher," she gasps when I kiss down her neck. "Someone might?—"
"Let them." I lift her onto the fence rail, stepping between her legs. "Let the whole damn town see that you're ours. Mine."
"Yours?"
"Mine right now. In this moment. Mine."
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "Then take me."
"Here?"
"Here. Now. I don't care who sees." Her eyes are dark with want, with need, with something that might be desperation. "I need to feel something real. Something that's just us. Not the ranch, not the town, not the countdown. Just us."
That's all the permission I need. I kiss her again, deep and possessive, my hands sliding under her tank top to find warm skin. She moans into my mouth, her hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that's making me crazy.
"Too many clothes," she pants, pulling at my shirt.
"Someone's eager."
"Someone's been making me wait while we pretended to fix a gate." She gets my shirt off, her hands immediately exploring my chest. "I don't want to wait anymore. I'm tired of waiting, tired of thinking, tired of counting days."
