38. Lily

38

Lily

The next evening , I drove out to the ranch. No one had to ask who I was there to see—my little Toyota was known, now. I flushed. Did everyone suspect what we’d been doing in the stables and the barn?

Then I remembered that this was Bull, and flushed deeper. They didn’t suspect. They damn well knew.

I pulled up, the engine coughing on dust. I made a mental note to take the car in for a service sometime soon

I’d stopped on the way to pick up a box of pastries from the bakery. I figured munching our way through those would give me time to talk with him—there was some stuff we had to cover, before we got to the sex.

I pushed open the door of the stables, glad to step out of the sweltering air and into the shade. My eyes took a while to adjust to the gloom, but I could see Bull coiling ropes. He was wearing a t-shirt, for once, but the thin fabric didn’t do much to hide his muscles. He was bending slightly and his hard ass was outlined through his jeans. “Hi,” I said nervously.

He turned and his gaze raked over me. I’d forgotten the raw, primitive effect his eyes had on me. I swore I could feel them sweeping down over the scarlet shirt, tied to show off a little cleavage and leaving my stomach bare. It felt weird, walking around with my navel on display, but I had to admit it was a hell of a lot cooler.

So was the skirt. His gaze skimmed down my thighs, sliding around to the sides and I stiffened as I felt invisible hands stroke down the denim and hit bare skin. It wasn’t indecently short, by any means, but compared to the jeans I normally wore, I might as well have been in a bikini.

“Well, hello,” he told me, already starting to walk towards me. The words blazed through my mind. It wasn’t what he said, it was the hunger in his voice. He might as well have said, “Just stand there—I’m going to fuck you.”

“I brought pastries,” I told him, holding the box up defensively in front of me. I was desperate to maintain control of the situation.

“First a latte. Now pastries.” He was close enough now to touch. “You really don’t get me at all, do you?”

He finally stopped, so close that the front of his shirt brushed one side of the bakery box and my naked stomach brushed the other.

“Now wait,” I said quickly.

He put a single huge finger under the bakery box and lifted. The box tilted, turning vertical, and he stepped closer.

“Wait,” I said again. But I didn’t move. His size, his hard bulk...they did something to me. Suddenly, I was gazing up into those fierce blue eyes and I couldn’t move at all. “Wait,” I croaked again.

The box went vertical, the pastries sliding down to the bottom. And then he was leaning forward, bringing his lips down to mine.

I didn’t move my feet, but I dodged my head to one side. “Wait,” I said weakly.

He followed me. I dodged to the other side. “Just a minute,” I said.

He gave me a look. One that said I better damn well keep still. And I did. As he moved in again, I clutched the box to my chest and said, “Bull, I—”

His mouth met mine and it felt so good I actually groaned. His tongue explored my lips, tasting me, and he drew back just a little, testing to see if I’d follow.

I lifted up onto my tiptoes to avoid breaking contact. My mind was suddenly adrift, all moorings severed. I closed my eyes as my tongue found his, darting and twisting. My hands crushed the edges of the cardboard bakery box, and then he was pressing up against me, his hands in my hair, and the box was crushed between us.

I gasped in a little moan of air. The kiss moved and changed, tracking across my lips and down my jaw. His hands were stroking through the hair behind my temples, strong and firm and so damn big. His leg pushed against mine, the denim of his jeans rough against my bare legs, and I pressed hard against him, opening my legs instinctively, hooking one leg around his. I felt the hot throb of his cock against my thigh and a tremor ran through me.

The box slipped from between us and fell to the floor, sending pastries cartwheeling across the hay. Bull’s body slammed against mine, mashing my breasts against his chest. One big hand slapped down on my ass, his fingers spread onto both cheeks, and held me against him. “There,” he growled, lifting his lips for a second. “Now I can finally get you to hold still for a second.”

He squeezed my ass and I moaned. A finger pressed the fabric of my skirt between my cheeks, probing, and I gasped, only to have my gasp swallowed up by his kiss. His kisses were such a perfect blend of hard and soft, power and heat.

I used both arms to push myself back from him. “ Wait!” I panted. “I need to talk to you.”

He gave me a look but then crossed his arms. “You got thirty seconds,” he told me.