TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,38
with her as she stops to greet each of the horses individually, taking time to learn their names and stories. She’s completely smitten, unless, of course, she wanders into a pile of their shit. I almost wish she would.
“What’re you doing?” I ask when she ambles into the last stall. It’s empty. Pops uses it for extra storage. There’s nothing in here but a few bridles, a saddle, and some spare hay.
With a shrug, she takes a big swig of her blackberry wine before setting it on top of an old crate. “Just exploring. Mind shutting that door behind you?”
Suddenly I’m short of breath. I don’t know what she’s up to, but I can already tell I’m gonna like it. Dust flies as the old wooden door settles into place, causing Nya to break out in a bit of a sneezing fit.
“Much better,” she says after rubbing her nose on the back of her hand to work the tickle out.
“Feeling the need for some privacy?”
Nodding, she gives me a coy look. “I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with something, actually?” She leans her shoulder against the wall of the stall before turning her face up to mine. Her brown eyes grow wide when the wood creaks behind her.
“Anything.”
“You see, I have this list… and you know how anal I am about checking off every single item.”
My pulse speeds up as she retrieves the familiar piece of paper from her coat pocket and unfolds it.
“Apparently you are the final item on my Thanksgiving ‘to do’ list.”
“Is that so?” Wonder how that happened?
“Mm-hmm.” She flips the sheet of paper around so I can read it. “Says it right here.”
With my teeth firmly clamped on the corner of my lip, I pretend to mull it over as I examine my name written big in obnoxious red ink. “This item looks really important, with the red lettering, and it’s much larger than the rest.”
Her throat moves with a hard swallow and her eyes flutter. “So large.” Her hand moves to cup my dick, and I swear I could come from her touch alone. I’ve wanted her for so long.
“Are you sure?” The desire to punch myself the moment the question rolls off my tongue is strong, but she was so adamant on waiting. I don’t want to do anything she might regret in the morning and screw up all the progress we’ve made.
Her big doe eyes narrow, and she levels me with a look that screams, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I just wanna be sure.” I throw my hands back in surrender. “We’ve been drinking.”
“That didn’t stop you from marrying my ass, did it?”
Touché.
Nya
Dead of winter
“You still having regrets about that?”
With a firm grip on the front of his shirt, I pull him closer. “Not one.” The truth behind those words would probably frighten me if I wasn’t already so afraid he might leave me unsatisfied. It would be no more than I deserve for holding him at arm’s length the way I have.
Liam clutches my chin in his thumb and forefinger, lowering his head agonizingly slow. The nearer his deliciously stubbled face draws to mine, the more the air seems to be sucked from the room. His presence is stifling in the best possible way. He brushes the tip of my nose with his. Once. Twice. His alcohol-soaked breath, coupled with the scent of his cologne, sends warmth rushing to my core. My entire body responds to him, pulsating with the need to taste his lush lips.
He braces a hand on the wood just above my head and it gives a little, causing me to jolt. The hunger in his gaze as he stands there like an Adonis, hulking over me—drinking me in—has me squirming like a worm on a hook. But I’m not wiggling to get away. No, sir-ree. I want to be caught. To be devoured by this man.
With a patience I no longer possess, he begins to leisurely nip at the corners of my lips. My neck. He moves lower, to the tops of my breasts, and I nearly combust at the feel of his coarse scruff brushing over the sensitive flesh. My nipples pebble, and an electric current travels right to my already throbbing center.
Unable to endure the slow pace any longer, I grip the sides of his face, angling my head to align our mouths. “Kiss me. Dammit, Liam, don’t be a tease.” My urgency is rewarded with a feral growl as Liam springs