me a favor. Clasp your hands behind your back so I can put two thoughts together.”
Ahhh, so she was getting to him.
“Okay,” she murmured, doing exactly as he’d requested. But maybe he hadn’t thought it through, because with her hands interlaced behind her, her breasts thrust forward. She still wore the t-shirt she’d been working in at the farm. Not only did it have a deep V-neck, but she’d gotten mud on it, then splashed water on herself to clean it off. Basically she was a muddy mess, but that t-shirt clung to her boobs like nobody’s business.
His expression shifted and his eyes dropped to her chest. Okay then. This was working.
“Fuck it. It can wait,” he growled.
He crowded close to her and cupped a hand around the back of her neck. He used it to hold her still while he ravaged her mouth with deep, turbulent kisses. All she could do was brace her legs apart, as if she were riding swells in Misty Bay.
His scruff brushed against the skin of her cheek, adding another layer of stimulation. And then there was his scent, that deep, manly smell of wood and wool and soap. It sent her to a place of wild fantasies—naked skin in firelight, light and shadow playing over rippling muscles, silver eyes consuming her body. The way his strength surrounded her made everything else turn into vapor and disappear.
Next thing she knew, he was pulling away and claiming one of her hands to tug her toward the bedroom.
“I’d fuck you right there on that rug, but I don’t know where that thing’s been,” he said roughly. God, she loved it when he got down and dirty like that.
“Bed works. I like beds.” She sounded like Jane communicating with Tarzan. And that’s how she felt, too. Primitive and carnal.
They practically ran into the bedroom. She hadn’t set up the old ironwork bedframe yet. It leaned against the wall, waiting for her to get around to it. In the meantime, she’d been sleeping on the box spring and mattress.
None of that seemed to bother Darius. Breathing fast, he stopped next to the bed and ripped his shirt off. Two layers of shirts disappeared in one swift motion. He stood before her in all his muscled glory. The sight brought back so many memories from their night in the hotel that she literally licked her lips.
“Hello again,” she murmured as she caressed the hard curves of his chest. A soft mat of hair darkened the area between his pectorals. She found his nipples poking between the curls, and felt them tighten as she brushed her fingers over them.
This time he didn’t wait for her to take off her own shirt. He did the job himself. Underneath, she wore a sports bra that had also somehow gotten mud on it. “Do you know that every time I see mud I think of the first time we met?” His rumbling laughter added to the sensation created by his big hands as he worked her bra off her body.
When it was gone, he filled his hands with her bare breasts. “You have a little bit here too.” He flicked a speck of mud from one nipple, causing a jolt just short of orgasmic.
“I should clean off…”
“I like you just the way you are. Nothing wrong with a little mud and dirt. You’re hot no matter what, babe.” He slid his hand over her ass, under her work trousers, under her panties. Jerked her against him. A gasp wrenched from her as their bodies joined. Her bare breasts against his naked chest…so good. So good.
He worked her against him with those strong hands of his—one on her ass, one still flicking her nipple—until she thought she might come from dry humping alone. It could happen so easily, just a little more pressure right there—but she didn’t want that. She wanted all of him this time. She wanted every inch of his penis inside her.
She pulled away, their damp skin creating a popping sound as they separated. Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and she slid the top button out of its hole. Down came the zipper, revealing the wide elastic of a pair of gray briefs.
And a thick mound of swollen flesh underneath.
To the sound of his hoarse breaths, she freed his cock from his briefs and hefted it in her hand. Reacquainted herself with its specific length and weight and texture. The dimensions of Darius. He had lots of