Fuck. Stop it.
“Hey,” she said, pouting. “None of that. I did everything you asked today, didn’t I?” She looked so hopeful, a smudge of dirt on her sweaty forehead, I didn’t have the heart to shoot her down.
“You did fine,” I told her, giving the horse’s nose a little rub, trying to keep my hands busy. But my dick was swelling in my pants, as if owning up to my attraction for her had woken a sleeping beast. And the voice in my head would not stay quiet. I’d like to give you a little rub—right between the legs with my tongue.
“Thank you. And thank you for taking me around today. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.” How’d you like to appreciate my big hard cock in your pussy?
“And look!” She laughed. “I got my hands dirty!”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see.” I grabbed her wrists and turned up her palms between us, examining them. “Well, look at that. They’re filthy.”
She giggled. “All of me is filthy. I can’t wait to take a hot…” Her voice trailed off as she stared at my fingers circling her wrists. Then she looked up at me. Those blue eyes wide. Those pink lips open. That pale white throat beckoning.
I knew what I was going to do before I did it.
I knew it was a bad idea. I knew I’d regret it.
And I still did it.
Heart pounding in my chest, I pulled her forward by the wrists until her mouth was so close I felt her breath on my lips.
And I kissed her—lightly at first, my lips barely resting on hers, and then harder, my mouth opening, my hands sliding around her back, over her ass. I pulled her in tight against my hips, my erection trapped between us.
She looped her arms around my waist and rose up on tiptoe, pressing her chest to mine. Our tongues met and I tasted her hungrily, like I’d never get enough. It actually reminded me of the time Pete and I ate all the vanilla ice cream our mom had bought for Brad’s tenth birthday the day before his party. We knew we shouldn’t and we were bound to get caught and punished, but damn if it didn’t taste so good we couldn’t stop. Margot tasted like that—sweet and forbidden at the same time.
Just let me have this, I thought as my conscience pricked. Just this once.
I wound her braid around one hand and pulled her head back, moving my mouth down her throat. I inhaled the scent of her skin, reveled in the velvety feel of it beneath my lips, the salty sweet taste. Slipping one thigh between her legs, I ran my tongue along the pearls resting against her neck. Her fingers dug into my back.
“Jack,” she whispered.
My name—whispered by another woman.
The wrong woman.
This isn’t right.
Get away from her.
Twelve
Margot
He was kissing me like I’d never been kissed before.
Like he was going to war. Like he didn’t care about breathing. Like something in him needed something in me so desperately, he had to find it or die trying.
Not that I wasn’t willing to give it up. At that moment, I’d have flung my panties across the barn like a scone at a political fundraiser.
He was so different from any man I’d ever kissed—everything about him exuded strength and raw masculinity. His chest was so broad, his arms so muscular, his cock so hard, his mouth so commanding as it moved down my throat. It was intoxicating. I’d have let him do anything he wanted to me, just to experience being at the mercy of such power.
Jesus Christ, where did this come from?
I’d sensed him warming toward me throughout the day, and there had been that electric moment in the chicken coop when he’d put his hands on me, but this… This.
He shifted my body so I straddled his thigh, pulled my head back and ran his tongue along the strand of pearls at the base of my neck. My clit pulsed. My hands flexed on his back.
Oh my God.
Oh my God, I’m going to have an orgasm. In a barn. With a farmer. Who I met yesterday.
And it’s going to be SO. GOOD.
I whispered his name…and he pushed me away.
As if hearing his name had signaled the end of a scene we were filming, he put his hands on my shoulders and stepped back, separating us.
We stared at each other in silence, both of our chests rising and falling with rapid breaths. His eyes were clouded with something I couldn’t read—I saw desire there, but pain too.
He dropped his hands. “You should go.”
“Jack, please, can’t we—”
“Go!” He roared, putting his hands on his head. “Just get the fuck out of here, Margot! Now!”