inside until he collapses on top of me. His heart pounds against mine, and as my brain slowly stops spinning, one thought hits.
I just slept with my neighbor.
I was supposed to keep my distance, try to find myself on this farm, find something to stick to; instead, I stuck to the honey farmer next door who gave new meaning to the words “rocked my world.” None of this is conducive to my plan. In fact, it distracts from it, and I shouldn’t want to do it again—tomorrow, or better yet, five minutes from now. I laugh to myself, almost hysterically. Yeah, madness is already taking hold of me.
“You okay?” he says, lifting his head to see me. He slides his hands around my head again, his gaze scanning my face as he holds me.
“I was wrong,” I say.
His brow furrows in confusion. He opens his mouth and closes it again, like he’s choosing his next words carefully. Last time I said I was wrong, he practically had my farm signed over to Bryce Kent—which I’ll probably end up doing after thirty days, if the price is right.
“About?” he finally asks.
I turn into him, my body warming again. “You’ve got all the moves.”
And that raises all kinds of problems for me.
Chapter Twelve
Jay
The early morning sun peeks in through the crack in Alyson’s curtains, and I roll over. I hadn’t meant to spend the night, hadn’t meant to wake up between her sheets. But after round one last night, followed by a shared bowl of cereal in her bed, I found myself inside her again. Christ, I’d been hoping that one night of hot sex, of owning her sweet body, would be enough to snuff the spark between us, but all it did was make me want her more.
How’s that for fucked up?
I roll over and smile as she snuggles into her pillow. Her hair is a mess around her face, and her breathing is soft and even. Not wanting to wake her—Cluck will be doing that shortly—I carefully move her hair back and let my gaze rake over her pretty face. Honestly, I shouldn’t be smiling. I should be sitting here sweating my ass off. I bet against a girl I just had sex with, twice, and even though she pretty much said farming wasn’t for her, and I expect her to give up and leave soon enough, I’m not happy about that.
Oh, boy.
She makes a small noise, and I’m instantly reminded of the way she called my name when she climaxed. Jesus, the way this woman opened up and gave herself to me was downright incredible and definitely something new for me. I fight down a wave of lust as I remember how I used my mouth and hands on her, how she used hers on me. I want her again, right now, but last night, she made it clear that it was a one-night thing, and I respect that. In fact, I should be crowing with joy at that, but what if just once more we…
You need to leave, dude.
It’s been a long time since I’ve sneaked out of a woman’s bed, but yeah, I should go. She’d probably prefer it if I weren’t here when she awoke. No need to engage in any awkward morning-after sex.
I reluctantly push the blanket away and try not to think too hard on why I don’t want to leave as I slide from the bed in search of my clothes. I find my pants, tug them on, and toss my shirt over my shoulder as I cross the room until I’m looking down at her. My gaze moves the length of her body, twisted in the bedding, and I grin at the sight of her feet sticking out the end, her nails no longer painted pink. I’m sure her pedicure was ruined from those big work boots.
“Creeper much?”
My gaze flies to hers to catch her eyeing me, one brow raised.
My stupid heart misses a beat when I see the grin flirting with the corners of her mouth, and I’m thrilled that there is zero strain between us under the stark light of the day.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” I jerk my thumb toward the door. “I just thought…”
She nods slowly, understanding dancing in her big eyes as she sits up. She tugs the blankets around her, hiding her beautiful body from my hungry eyes.
“Jay,” she begins and taps the mattress. I sit down, and she smiles at me. “Last night was…”