Page 23 of Back in the Country
His demeanor goes from playful to predatory in an instant, andI am here for it.
“That’s the second time you’ve said that, and youknowhow filthy I can be.” His voice is a growl, and the sound and thatlookhave heat shooting straight between my legs. I’d clench my thighs together if it wouldn’t be so damn obvious.
Instead, I try for casual. “It was a long time ago, Way.”
Nope. My voice is breathy as all get-out as my heart pounds in my chest. The air is practically vibrating between us, and I’m pretty sure we’re about to find out if spontaneous combustion is a thing.
“Do you need a refresher?”
Do I ever…
“I mean…” My voice trails off and then he’s on me. It happens in an instant—his hands grip my ass as he lifts me off the ground, my legs wrap around his waist, and his mouth crashes down over mine.
This. Is. Perfection.
My soul is singing at the contact, and I breathe him in as he devours me. So much of our reunion has been tentative. We’ve been hot and heavy, but this kiss is filled with a carnal need that is consuming every ounce of my being.
“Waylon.” His name is a plea and a prayer. My resolve is slipping with each caress of his tongue, every groan of need that vibrates in the space between us, and I couldn’t care less.
Ineedhim.
“Way—” I gasp. His lips move over my jaw and down my neck. “I need…I—”
“I know, baby.”
The fact that we’re in the middle of the orchard should be a deterrent, but it’s not. The bark of a tree bites into my back as Waylon presses me against it while he grips and tastes me.
My hips jerk against him as I desperately seek the friction that will send me over the edge.
God, I’m so close.
I can feel the frustration building faster than my impending orgasm, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes.
I’mrightthere.
And then Waylon’s roughened palm is sliding up my thigh under the hem of my shorts. My lace panties are absolutely soaked, and I should be embarrassed but I’m not. I can’t be when he moves them to the side with expert precision before plunging one thick finger inside me.
Waylon swallows my scream as I arch into him. My self-control is nonexistent as I ride his hand with everything I have.
One masterful press of his thumb against my clit and I detonate. It’s wild and sensual and so completely freeing as I let go ofeverything.
“I could watch you come all day.”
Waylon’s voice is full of awe, and my lips turn up into a smile even though I’ve yet to open my eyes.
“I couldletyou make me come all day.”
Strong hands grip my ass and then grind me down against his aching cock. He grunts, and it has my pulse racing all over again.
“Baby, this was not what I had in mind, but fuck if I can stop.”
My mind is made up before I can even blink, but I feel calm in the rightness of the words as I say them out loud.
“Take me home, Way. Make me yours.”
His lips crash against mine and then we’re moving back through the orchard. His boots crunch the gravel with sure steps, and there isnothingthat is going to—
“Waylon Jacob Thayer, as much as I want grandbabies, I donotwant to watch you make them in the front yard!”
