Page 30 of Cabins Cows Critics
“I’m glad you found your way here, then,” I say, and he nods and laces his fingers through mine, and we continue through to the dining room. It’s set with a large table and ten chairs sat around it, none of them matching. An old buffet is against the wall to my right, and a china cabinet in the same stained wood is on the left wall, and on top is the coffee machine he promised.
“You take it sweet, with caramel syrup, right?” he asks, and I look up at him, surprised.
“How did you know that?”
“I remember from the cafe, plus you smell…sweet.”
“I do, huh?” I ask as another sudden rush of confidence urges me forward. I press up on my toes, and his grip on my hand tightens.
“Delicious, actually,” he says, and I press my lips against his, letting my tongue dart out just enough that it swipes over his lips, tasting him before I pull back.
“You’re pretty delicious yourself.”
“Careful, or I’ll have to drag you into a hall closet to finish what you’re starting.”
I pump my brows.
“You did offer to tempt me with something else.”
The sounds of people talking and children playing break through the haze of lust surrounding us, and he scrubs his hand through his hair again and covers his groin with his hat.
“As much as it pains me to say, I don’t think we have time for all the things I want to do to you right now. Do you want to maybe come to my place again tonight?”
“What time will you be done on the ranch?”
“We finish up at about six, then we meet in the house to eat and go through the day and plan for the next day, week, you know, ranch management stuff. Normally, I’m home and showered by eight.”
“I’ll be at your place about seven thirty then.”
He frowns a little with an inquisitive smirk. “Trust me, I’ll smell much better after a shower.”
“Oh, I have no doubt, I just want to watch you do it.”
His cheeks blush as he sucks in a breath, shaking his head.
“I only just got this guy under control, then you go and say shit like that to me and get him all worked up again.”
“Don’t worry, he has time to settle down. You promised me coffee, right?”
“Right.” He sighs, passing me his hat and turning toward the machine, but not before I get a good look at his bulge. Fuck, I really wish there was time to take care of that right now. Actually, making him wait for it, for me, is pretty fucking hot. Turning his worn leather hat over in my hands, I watch him squirm, adjusting himself as he makes my coffee, and my excitement only builds, and I start picturing all the ways I can tease him before tonight.
Chapter thirteen
Connor
THE MISSING MILLIONAIRE
Hayden’seyeslitupwhen he was telling me about his new book and how easy the words flowed after our time together. I know he’s only here for the Christmas Experience, but I’m trying not to let the impermanence of what we’re doing overshadow how amazing he makes me feel, too.
I drop down into my seat at the table, my legs aching and my back stiff from spot cleaning the mini barn and re-laying straw. It’s winter, so we won’t do a full cleanout until the spring because the extra layers underneath make for better insulation. Spot cleaning helps keep the smell down and the animals clean and dry.
“Dude, you stink, could have showered before dinner. Sally-May said it will still be another ten minutes or so,” Nial complains from his seat beside me.
“I’m good,” I reply, pushing back to balance on the back two legs of the chair and linking my fingers behind my head. “Move if you don’t like the way I smell.”
“Not even Satan would like the way you smell right now,” he replies, waving his hand over his nose.
“Not all of us have a little helper taking on half our jobs.”
