close.
Not sure if he meant the bed or the house in general, she turned to face him. "You have your work cut out for you."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Do I?"
So he meant the bed. She took a step back, unsure what to say, and he followed. Suddenly the bright room seemed tiny, and before she knew it, he'd wrapped her in his arms.
Would every kiss be different? One seeming to be against his will, one claiming, one gentle, this one possessive, yes, but with an edge of neediness. She'd never thought of Luke as needing anything, least of all her. Feeling powerful, she pressed against him, one arm around his waist, her elbow bumping the butt of the gun he'd attached to his belt. A thrill went through her, which was ridiculous, since she'd grown up around guns. They were just one more tool a rancher needed. But she'd seen him shoot and he was damned sexy when he did it. Her panties grew damp at the mental picture and she rubbed against him, curling her hand around the back of his neck, feeling his erection rise between them.
She matched his tongue stroke for stroke, savored the movement of his lips against hers, the rasp of his stubble. She started to lower herself to the bed, but he tightened his grip on her for a moment before he lifted his head with a sigh.
"Later." He brushed his thumb over her nipple before he stepped back. "There's more to see."
Her body hummed with frustration. He'd started that, hadn't he? Only to call an end to it? Okay, maybe she shouldn't think that just because they were alone and there was a bed that it would be sex all the time. Luke was a driven man. He probably wanted to get some work done. And he'd wanted her with him, so that should make her feel good, right?He didn't just see her as an outlet for sex.
What would make her feel good right now was an orgasm, or at least more excellent kissing. If she was brave, she'd grab him back to her and demand just that. Instead, she followed him out the third door that led from the end of the hall to the patio.
"Mind if we take the tractor on the tour?"
She frowned. "Where will I sit?"
"On my lap."
The glint in his eye made her stomach pitch. "I can't ride on your lap on a tractor. I'm too tall. Too heavy."
He cupped his hand over one ass cheek. "Just right." He slapped the other cheek playfully as he walked past her toward the barn.
She followed, picking her step carefully behind him. He had the gun, he could shoot any snakes.
The barn wasn't in as good of shape as the house, the wood sagging on the frame. She glanced back at the house to compare the roof, but the house had a shiny tin roof, the kind that was supposed to last forever. The barn's needed help. How could he do all this himself, and still ride the rodeo circuit?
The sight of a big green tractor surprised her when he got the doors open against the weeds that grew against the barn. Green tractors did not come cheap.
"It's secondhand," he replied to her unasked question. "Or possibly third or fourth hand. I got a good deal."
He hefted himself up on the seat and twisted the key. The tractor sputtered to life as if under protest. Despite the racket the engine was making, Luke grinned at her like a kid. He was so different out here, so relaxed. So at home.
He reached a hand to her. She hesitated, gauging the distance between his lap and the wheel, the width of the seat, then put her hand in his. He guided her to his thigh, angling her knees between his legs. The vibrations were either going to make it very interesting or very uncomfortable.
"Put your arm around my neck," he murmured, and shifted into gear.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Luke drove the tractor along the bank of the stream with the mower down, sending weeds flying into the water, where they were quickly washed away, then turned the tractor off. Before he could suggest they stretch their legs, she'd jumped off his lap and climbed down the tractor. He moved slower, his leg tingling as the circulation returned.
Not sure if he meant the bed or the house in general, she turned to face him. "You have your work cut out for you."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Do I?"
So he meant the bed. She took a step back, unsure what to say, and he followed. Suddenly the bright room seemed tiny, and before she knew it, he'd wrapped her in his arms.
Would every kiss be different? One seeming to be against his will, one claiming, one gentle, this one possessive, yes, but with an edge of neediness. She'd never thought of Luke as needing anything, least of all her. Feeling powerful, she pressed against him, one arm around his waist, her elbow bumping the butt of the gun he'd attached to his belt. A thrill went through her, which was ridiculous, since she'd grown up around guns. They were just one more tool a rancher needed. But she'd seen him shoot and he was damned sexy when he did it. Her panties grew damp at the mental picture and she rubbed against him, curling her hand around the back of his neck, feeling his erection rise between them.
She matched his tongue stroke for stroke, savored the movement of his lips against hers, the rasp of his stubble. She started to lower herself to the bed, but he tightened his grip on her for a moment before he lifted his head with a sigh.
"Later." He brushed his thumb over her nipple before he stepped back. "There's more to see."
Her body hummed with frustration. He'd started that, hadn't he? Only to call an end to it? Okay, maybe she shouldn't think that just because they were alone and there was a bed that it would be sex all the time. Luke was a driven man. He probably wanted to get some work done. And he'd wanted her with him, so that should make her feel good, right?He didn't just see her as an outlet for sex.
What would make her feel good right now was an orgasm, or at least more excellent kissing. If she was brave, she'd grab him back to her and demand just that. Instead, she followed him out the third door that led from the end of the hall to the patio.
"Mind if we take the tractor on the tour?"
She frowned. "Where will I sit?"
"On my lap."
The glint in his eye made her stomach pitch. "I can't ride on your lap on a tractor. I'm too tall. Too heavy."
He cupped his hand over one ass cheek. "Just right." He slapped the other cheek playfully as he walked past her toward the barn.
She followed, picking her step carefully behind him. He had the gun, he could shoot any snakes.
The barn wasn't in as good of shape as the house, the wood sagging on the frame. She glanced back at the house to compare the roof, but the house had a shiny tin roof, the kind that was supposed to last forever. The barn's needed help. How could he do all this himself, and still ride the rodeo circuit?
The sight of a big green tractor surprised her when he got the doors open against the weeds that grew against the barn. Green tractors did not come cheap.
"It's secondhand," he replied to her unasked question. "Or possibly third or fourth hand. I got a good deal."
He hefted himself up on the seat and twisted the key. The tractor sputtered to life as if under protest. Despite the racket the engine was making, Luke grinned at her like a kid. He was so different out here, so relaxed. So at home.
He reached a hand to her. She hesitated, gauging the distance between his lap and the wheel, the width of the seat, then put her hand in his. He guided her to his thigh, angling her knees between his legs. The vibrations were either going to make it very interesting or very uncomfortable.
"Put your arm around my neck," he murmured, and shifted into gear.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Luke drove the tractor along the bank of the stream with the mower down, sending weeds flying into the water, where they were quickly washed away, then turned the tractor off. Before he could suggest they stretch their legs, she'd jumped off his lap and climbed down the tractor. He moved slower, his leg tingling as the circulation returned.
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