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“Wait, it’s okay.”

His gaze traveled down to where she held on to him, the heat of her hand flowing into him like a hot spring. He lifted his eyes back to her. Flames flickered in the soft brown almost like the gold around her irises was dancing.

He’s not sure who moved first or whether time bent and stood still, but the next thing he knew, his mouth was on hers, her hands were in his hair and he was hauling her up to her feet.

They moved like two dancers through the stall and out into the main barn. He guided her, of course, because he knew precisely what he wanted to do, now that they’d snapped the tension-filled air between them.

She let him move her around to the front of the stall, plaster her back against the wall and ravish her mouth. His tongue plunged in and out, savoring the coffee and Irish cream on her lips, loving the way she met him kiss for kiss, bite for bite. Her fingers dove into his hair and tugged, pulling him down to her since there was a significant height difference between them.

When she released his head for a moment, he took that as an opportunity to gather her hands and pin them above her head, holding her in place as he dropped his mouth to her neck and sucked until she gasped and tilted her head to the side so he could have better access.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t have to.

Their bodies were saying plenty.

She wanted him and holy fuck did he want her.

She whimpered when he bit her bottom lip, then her hips thrust out against his when he sucked that same lip. She started to grind herself on his thigh and he smiled into their kiss. Yeah, there was no mistaking how much she wanted this.

He grabbed her around the waist and she leaped up onto his hips, her eyes flying open when she realized just how much he wanted this, too. He still had her arms pinned above her head with one of his hands while the other held onto her ass. He kept her against the wall with his hips and she rocked against them, rubbing her heat over his erection and driving him fucking crazy.

With a final plunge of his tongue into her mouth, he growled, tore his lips away, and let her slide down his body, her feet landing on the floor.

Gruffly, he took her hand and lead her over to the saddle stand where his saddle for Dare sat. He placed her hands on the saddle, walked behind her, and toed her legs apart further. “Don’t move,” he told her, loving the tremble that shook her, and the firm, strong nod that she gave him a second later.

She still had one of those messy top knots in her hair, so that was the first thing to go, he pulled the elastic free, letting her dark caramel waves tumble down her back and over her shoulders.

Sweeping it to one side, he pressed a nip then a kiss to her neck. “Do you want this?” he asked, even though he was like ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure she did.

She nodded.

“I need to hear it,” he said, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder since she was just in a tank top.

“Yes, I want this … I want you.”

He pushed down his groan, grateful that she wasn’t looking at him right now.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he said, continuing to kiss a path down her arm, then back up again, chasing the goosebumps. “But I can assure you I’m clean.”

“I got tested the day after Lorne dumped me,” she said. “I’m clean, too, and I’m on the pill.”

Thank fuck.

Not that he was against just getting her off out here, then waiting until they were in the house to use condoms, but he was really hoping to fuck her out here, too.

While his lips coasted across her shoulder and neck, he reached beneath her and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He kept kissing her as he slid her pants down her slender thighs. When they reached her ankles, he slowly trailed his fingers up the outsides of her thighs, loving every tremble, every shiver that wracked her, because he knew they were out of anticipation, not fear. He bet when he put his hands in her panties they’d be soaked.

When he reached her hips again, he slid his right hand along the waistband across her lower stomach. Slowly, he pushed one, then two fingers down beneath the thin cotton, past the trimmed patch of hair to a slick wet heat.

Just as he suspected, the woman was drenched.

Wiggling his index finger over her clit, he smiled against her shoulder as she sucked in a sharp breath and ground her pelvis down against his hand.

He wanted to taste her. He wanted to taste her so fucking bad.

With his other hand, he pulled her panties down, then removed his fingers from her clit, loving the faint whimper of her protest. He peeled her underwear down to her ankles, letting them meet her jeans, then he crept around behind her, sunk to his knees and flicked out his tongue against her slick, swollen folds.