“I can’t believe you tried to give me that horse, Austin.”
My voice is husky and thick. “I’d give you a dozen horses if I thought it meant you’d spend more time with me.”
When we get to the parking lot, she starts to walk to her truck, but I stop her. “Uh, uh, sugar. You’re riding with me.”
“But I have to work in the morning, and I’m sure you do too.”
But I’m already pulling her to my truck and opening the passenger door. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going with me. I’ll bring you into town tomorrow.”
She doesn’t argue. She pulls herself into my truck, and as soon as she’s seated, I shut the door and jog around to the driver’s side.
I give myself a pep talk.Take your time, Austin. You have all night. Don’t rush her. Don’t fuck this up.
I pull onto the road to home and reach over to wrap my hand around her thigh. It’s like her soft skin is vibrating under my palm. She’s holding on to my arm, and I hate to give her an out, but I know I have to. “Are you sure about this, honey?”
“Am I sure I want you?” she asks softly in the dark cab of my truck. She’s usually shy and insecure but seems to have done an about-face. I nod my head and swallow.
She doesn’t answer, and I start to get nervous. We’re on the two-lane out of town, and I sneak a peek at her. I finally start to breathe again when I see that nod. “Yeah, Austin, I’m sure I want you.”
I pull the truck off the side of the road to a screeching halt. Gravel is flying everywhere, and I put the truck into park. I’m breathing hard, like I’ve been running a race instead of sitting easily in an air-conditioned truck.
“Austin! What’s wrong?” she asks in alarm. She’s looking out the windows in front of us and to the back.
I lift the console between us and flip it back. I lean into her, and she comes to me without question. “One taste, baby. I need something to hold me over until we get home.”
I clasp my lips to her and taste her. She tastes like forever and a little bit of cinnamon Blaze Whiskey. I nip at her lip, and when she whimpers I try to pull away, but she grabs the front of my shirt and holds me where she wants me.
“Austin,” she moans. She grabs on to my hand, and while she’s looking into my eyes, she brings it between her legs. Her skirt has ridden up, baring her thighs to me. When she widens her legs, she’s holding my arm as if she’s afraid I’m going to pull it away, but there’s no chance of that. Her panties are soaked, and I slide my finger into the side of her leg and stroke her hot core. Her head falls backward on a moan. “Does that hurt, baby?”
She nods. “I hurt so bad. It’s like I’m wound tight and I just, uh, I don’t know.”
Her hips lift, urging me deeper, and I coat my fingers in her soft, wet, channel. Stroking her clit, I circle it, gauging the perfect pressure by the tiny whimpers and moans that escape her mouth. When her nails dig into my arm, I know she’s close. Back and forth, around in circles I stroke the bundle of nerves. “Come for me, sugar. I want you to come.”
Her legs kick out, her one hand goes to the dashboard, and her whole body clenches. I don’t stop, because I want her full release. I want to give her what she needs. She continues to writhe against my hand, and when she drops back into the seat, I pull my hand away and bring it to my lips. She tastes just like she smells: of sunshine and honeysuckle.
I move to get back fully in my seat, and she’s leaning toward me, her hand reaching for my leg. Her touch is feather light as she moves from my knee and up. I stop her and move our hands to the seat between us. I won’t be able to get us home in one piece if she’s touching me. “I need to get you home, Millie.”
She scoots toward me and leans her head on my shoulder. I put the truck into gear, and she sits with her warm, soft body pressed against me the whole way. It’s the longest and most frustrating ride I’ve ever had to make.
Chapter15
Millie
Ishould feel like a hussy, but I don’t. I bite my lip the rest of the way to his ranch. I’m squirming in my seat while his hand strokes across my leg. He won’t let me touch him, and I’m going crazy. I wish I’d had some more of the Blaze Whiskey because getting undressed in front of him is going to be tough. I look at his profile and he’s so handsome he takes my breath away.
When we get to his house, he comes around to help me down from the truck, but I’ve already jumped out to meet him. He takes my hand and pulls me through the house. I’m secretly hoping that we don’t see Carrie because I know that would be embarrassing. Looking at the two of us, there’s no doubt what we’re about to do.
We walk up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He barely gets the door shut and he’s pulling at my shirt. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”
When he starts to pull my shirt up, I catch his hand in mine.
“Millie.” He cups my jaw. “I don’t want to rush you. No matter how much I want this, I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“I just...” I start and stutter to a stop.
“What is it? You can tell me anything.”