Page 49 of That Conflicted Feeling
“Okay,” she says slowly. “So.Shouldn’tyou let go?”
Myneed for her is overwhelming.Imove my foot forward slightly, between her blue boots, to test the water.
Andoh, sweetJesus, she leans in and brushes herself against my firming cock.HowIstop my eyes from rolling back in my head,Iwill never know.
“GoodGod,” she sighs and places the handIkissed yesterday on my arm.
She’schosen to touch me.Andit’s the privilege of a lifetime.
I’venever been nervous to touch a woman before, but there’s a tremor in my hand asIlet go of her jacket and slide my fingers up to her warm, creamy neck. “Yousee a tiny window in my heart, huh?”
Shenods almost imperceptibly. “Ido.”Hergaze lingers on my lips.
AsItrace her jawline with my thumbs, her mouth drops slightly open.Thatone small movement sets my pulse pounding—it might be the sexiest thingIhave ever seen.
Sheruns her fingers down my sleeve until they meet the bare skin at my wrist, sending tingles shooting up my arm and short-circuiting to my groin.
“Thebaby goat,” she breathes. “Isaw you with the baby goat.”
Sheslides her other hand inside my jacket and rests it on my chest where it rises and falls with the thump of my heart.
“Ifthere is a window in there,”Itell her, “it’s been locked for years.”
Thiswoman’s presence and touch is more than a regular turn-on.Whatevershe’s stirred up inside me is more of an inner yearning, a need.
Butkissing her would be a terrible idea.
Awful.
She’strying to destroy me.
AndImight destroy her.
Fuck.
Itwould be beyond bad.
ButdoIwantto?
MorethanI’veever wanted anything.
Givingin to this would be reckless at best, disastrous at worst, and yetIlean down toward her, my body winning over my brain, and press my mouth against the lips she offers up to me.Theperfect pink lips that still taste of donut sugar.
Fora fraction of a moment, she pulls back slightly, as if having second thoughts.Thenshe takes my bottom lip between hers and runs her tongue along it.
Heatsurges from my chest to my belly, to my crotch, asIcup her fresh face in my hands.
Andhere it is.Theworst business decision of my life.
Asshe melts into me, the chant starts up again on the other side of the tractor.
“One, two, three, four.YellowBarnmust shut its door.”
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Myknees tremble against the top of my boots asMaxholds my face and sucks on my top lip, then the bottom, sending shivers right to my core.
