Discovering Harmony (Wishing Well, Texas #3)

“Hold that thought,” I instructed breathlessly as I rushed over and grabbed the treat that I’d brought for Romeo out of the basket. After tossing it out in the field, I shut the door and turned around hoping that the slight interruption hadn’t given Hud time to have second thoughts.

One look at his jeans told me at least one part of his anatomy was on board. But I knew better. Hud wasn’t like most guys. Wanting me wasn’t enough.

“You brought a bone for Romeo.” The corners of his lips twitched and I knew it was game on.

“Yep.” And now the kill shot. Go big or go home right. “Oh, and I’m also not wearing any panties.”

I started lifting the hem of my dress, but before I got it past mid-thigh Hud was in front of me, his body flush with mine, my hands pinned behind my back, the thick fingers of his right hand encircling my wrists, holding me in place.

As turned on as I was, I was also really impressed. He must be really good at his job. “You’ve got to show me how you do that sometime.”

He grinned as he used his free hand to trace the low-cut neckline of my sundress. Thanks to the position he’d captured me in, my chest was pushed up high and I was spilling out of my top. Watching his tanned, work-roughened fingers slowly run along the delicate edge of the flowery material combined with the sensation of the calloused pads of his fingertips grazing my skin caused my entire body to shake with arousal.

When he slid his index finger beneath my strap, pulling it gingerly over my shoulder, every cell in my body was screaming for him to rip it off of me. But I didn’t. I let him set the pace and gave over to the sensual buzz that only he made me feel.

He repeated his actions on the other strap and, when he did, it exposed my chest, the material of my dress bunched beneath my breasts. He made a male sound of appreciation as he lowered his mouth and captured one pebble-hard tip between his teeth. His hand cupped the flesh of my other mound, pinching its stiff peak between his finger and thumb.

I cried out at the erotic sting of pleasure both his teeth and fingers were causing. Just when I thought it was too much, too intense, he sucked me into his mouth, enveloping my breast in hot, wet suction. As he rolled his tongue along my now ultra-sensitized nipple, it soothed the sting and the decadent pleasure electrified every one of my nerve endings. My legs buckled under the onslaught of bliss. Hud caught me and leaned back against a post for leverage. He pulled me up so I was straddling one strong thigh as he continued his sensual assault on my body.

He moved from one breast to the other, sucking, biting, kneading, licking. Tension coiled low in my belly and my hips began rocking against the hardened muscle of his thigh. The cotton material of my dress might feel the same as underwear, but the harsh denim of his jeans did not. My core tingled with pulsing pleasure as I grinded against Hud’s leg.

The combined effects of the sight of him devouring my breasts, the feeling of being held captive to his whims, and the sensation of my bare flesh rubbing along his muscled, denim-clad thigh was building the spine-tingling bliss rushing through me to a crescendo, heightening this experience to feverish levels.

I wanted this feeling to last forever. I wanted to stay in this limbo between reality and ecstasy. I wanted our connection, this intimacy, to go on for infinity. But, much too soon, my body began trembling as I went up and over the edge of oblivion.

Hud released my hands and I grasped his shoulders. I felt his large hand grip my hip while he wrapped an arm around my back, holding me securely. I rode out my release until the last delicious wave of completion rippled through me.

When I opened my eyes to return to the present, I looked down and saw Hud was hugging me tightly to him, his cheek pressed against my chest, just below my neck. Lifting my hands, I ran my fingers along the sides of his head, raking my nails softly against his scalp. A low hum of approval vibrated through his chest, causing an aftershock to seize through me. His leg flexed, pressing into my center, and my body surged back to life.

I rolled my hips as a sigh fell from my lips. “That was so…”

“Hot,” Hud finished, his head still resting against my chest, rising and falling with my shallow breaths.

“Yeah,” I agreed as I continued combing my fingers through the soft strands of his hair. “I can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had that starred you and me in this barn, but I never imagined that happening. It was better, sexier, naughtier than anything I could’ve ever dreamed up.”

He lifted his head and his brown-gold irises locked with mine. My body shivered at the intensely possessive, alpha stare in them. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hip and my core clenched at the sensation. “What did you fantasize about?”

“A lot,” I answered honestly. “But the most recurring one, the one that I would lay in bed at night and touch myself to, was you bending me over that hay stack and taking me from behind.”

A puff of air escaped from his chest as he tightened his hold on me. I could feel his hard length jump against my stomach. “Fuck, Harmony.”

I smiled, loving that I affected him. “Yes, please.”





Chapter 23




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