Wilder grinned. “He loves it.”
“Then it was meant to be. Stop beating yourself up over it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Did that beard have something to do with it?”
“You’re too smart, but yes. I took some time off because I was beating myself up over him losing his job. I didn’t care about anything. Including shaving.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” she repeated.
He nodded, drove them back to the farm, and stopped by the back porch.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked him in a low tone of voice.
He huffed. “I’d love to, but I’d better not. I don’t want anyone to see my truck here.”
“Right. Okay, I’ll see you Monday.”
“Yes, you will,” he murmured as he looked at her.
She turned, opened the door, and glanced back at him with a smile lifting her lips. He watched as she pulled the door closed, moved across the seat, over the console, and straddled his lap. She removed his hat, placed it on the seat, cupped his cheeks in her hands, and stared at him.
“I believe you owe me a kiss.”
He grinned as she lowered her lips to his, deepening the kiss. He moaned when she slid her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She lifted her lips from his. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in? It’s well past midnight, Wilder. Who’s going to see your truck here?”
“Well, for one, if that was one of your men up there, he’ll be coming back.”
“Damn it. You’re right. Okay, I’m going in.” She slid back across the seat, opened the door, stepped out, then looked back at him. “Your loss.”
He groaned, and she closed the door while laughing.
Wilder watched her pass in front of the headlights. He had a hell of a time not getting out and following her. Damn, he wanted her.
“Fuck.” He wrapped his hands tight around the steering wheel, not taking his eyes off her.
When she opened the backdoor and turned to look back at him with a smile, he shot into action.
He threw the door open, stepped out, ran up the steps, and heard her laughing when he entered the house behind her.
“You knew I’d follow you in,” he said as he grasped her arms, pulled her close, and pressed his lips to hers.
“Are we walking this time?” she asked when she pulled her lips from his.
“Hell, no,” he said as he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he headed down the hallway.
Her laughter made him grin. Damn. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop needing her any more than he could stop needing air to breathe.
He strode to the bed, placed her down in the center, sat down, toed off his boots, and stood to remove his clothes. He glanced over his shoulder to see her watching him.
“Enjoying the show?”
“I am. You have one hell of a body, Agent Wilder Richards.”
Turning to face her, he slowly unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper, shucked his jeans, boxer briefs, and stood naked.