Leander and Milo traded the lead back and forth throughout the course, but Leander was back in control as we came back around towards the barn.
My adrenaline had pitched higher and higher the whole ride. We were in the lead. We’d win!
But then, as we neared the last curve, Leander hit the brakes.
First Milo and then Janus zoomed past on either side of us.
“What are you doing?” I cried, smacking the dashboard. “You’re letting them get away!”
But Leander was smiling contentedly, eyes on me. “I don’t care about that. I want a moment with you.”
Leander watched the confusion leave my eyes as I swiped at my mud-spattered face. Which I was pretty sure only achieved wiping the mud across my cheeks more. I was a mess. “Let’s go back in, and I can get cleaned up—”
But Leander chuckled and leaned close with his thumb, pausing just millimeters away from my skin.
I swallowed hard, my eyes searching his.
“My heart’s beating really hard.” I whispered it like a confession.
“We were going fast.”
“I want you to kiss me,” I blurted, the adrenaline and his closeness and everything making it just pop out. My eyes immediately went wide and I wanted to take the words back.
And then I didn’t, because Leander wasn’t a man to waste time, and the next second his lips were on mine.
He unlatched his harness and leaned over me, one hand behind my neck as he pulled me as close as my harness would allow. “As you wish.”
And then he kissed me deeper still. He kissed my lips softly, so soft I’d never known a kiss could be so tender... or erotic. Then he lifted his cool hand to the skin of my neck, hot and flushed from the heat and the adrenaline of riding.
I reached for him, needing him closer, clutching and releasing at his shirt, scrabbling at the fabric with my fingertips in my need for him—
He groaned into my mouth as he kissed me. “I’ve always wanted things I shouldn’t. And I wanna touch you now, honey. You got other ideas, you say something now. ’Kay?”
I nodded.
“Need your words.”
“’Kay,” I breathed out, eyes rolling back when he dragged his fingers down my belly and digging them beneath my jean shorts.
I’d worn the short ones today. I didn’t care that I was fuller figured. I could still wear short shorts and look fabulous in them. I might be shy but I didn’t have to dress like it. It was one thing I’d learned from hanging around the world of the rich and famous.
Which I was particularly happy about at the moment since it meant Leander had access to my inner thigh. He ran his hand up my smooth skin.
Dear God, the feel of him there. His fingers sank into my skin and he clutched me as he climbed on top of me for better purchase.
And a wanting unlike anything I’d ever felt before came over me. I finally understood it—wanting sex. I wanted Leander over me. Or to climb him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel it all, all at once, God, I wanted it—
Instead, his fingers teased me.
His male scent and warm body all around me as his hand massaged nearer and nearer to my center...
12
BARE IN THE WOODS
Leander shifted on top of me in the small space of the ROV, lodging his left knee on my seat between my spread legs.
And at the same time, he’d worked his fingers beneath my pants. I couldn’t help my moan, which made him lean in further and latch his mouth onto my neck. His middle finger met my hot, wet, waiting flesh.
Oh God, it felt so good to have him finally touching me. Still strapped in by the harnesses, I scrabbled for him as best I could, frustrated my arms were constrained but not wanting to bother to free them.
Because I could feel him. Through his jeans, he was hard against my bare thigh. All the mystery I’d wondered about forever and there it was. There he was.
My hips lifted involuntarily against his seeking fingers. All the muscles of my sex reacted as the sensations he’d only so recently introduced to me sparked back to life.
“I haven’t been able to think about anything else except this,” he growled in my ear and my sex contracted. I gasped out a squeal of pleasure, near to coming even though he’d only begun to caress me.
I fisted my hands in his shirt. He made me crazy. This feeling inside me was crazy. I was hot inside and out, and I wanted his mouth on mine, and his body on mine, and everything, I— I wanted everything.
“Fuck,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine instead, when all I wanted was his lips. I tried to reach for him but the damned harness held me back. Frustrated, I reached for them and fought with the buckles, but his large hands stopped me.