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“Don’t be stingy, Deputy,” I say, giving him a smirk, holding myself up on my elbows as he stands and admires my body. I stand in front of him, my eyes never leaving his and remove my shirt and bra. His breathing increases as I bend down and take off my boots and jeans. I’m standing naked in front of him and watch as he removes his clothes too.

“Court,” he says, taking a step forward and whispering against my mouth, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“I haven’t either,” I respond truthfully.

I close my eyes and allow my mouth to take control as my hands run up his chest. Drew lays me down on the hay and the overwhelming need to have him takes control. I sit up and grab his hands and pull him to me, not wanting our lips to ever part again. Not rushing, he slowly guides himself in me, and I gasp as our ends meet. Staring down at me, we exchange a million silent I need, I want, and I love yous. I take all of him, the rhythm of our bodies moving together in perfect sync. Being with him like this, on such an intimate level, doesn’t ever feel like enough. No matter how much I have of him, I need more.

My body swirls with emotions, and I lose myself in his lips and touch as we make love. I give him a little smirk before I flip over and straddle him. His thumbs press into my hips as he guides me, not wanting to rush this. I take his length slowly, wanting to memorize how good he feels with the sound of his hushed moans in my ear as I lean down to kiss him. Falling down on top of him, we pour so much into our kisses that I don’t know how much longer I’ll last. As soon as his thumb circles my clit, I lose it. My eyes flutter closed, and I ride the wave, which is so intense I can’t keep quiet. Moans release from my lips as I continue to rock back and forth until he tenses and relaxes. I fall on top of his chest, and he holds me and kisses my hair as our hearts return to a steady pace.

“I love you so much, Deputy.”

“I love you too, Court. More than I ever thought possible.”

We return to the house with guilt written all over our faces and bodies. I try to pretend like I didn’t have the most mind-blowing sex of my life, but the pinkness on my cheeks and the hay in my hair are a dead giveaway. Knowing that I’m not a good liar, I make sure we take the super long way back, but as soon as I catch a glimpse of my swollen lips and disheveled hair in the mirror, I know it’s a lost cause.

“You have sex face on,” Drew says.

“And you look guilty as sin.”

“What you meant to say was sexy.” Drew laughs.

“Yeah, that too.” I give him a wink.

Somehow, no one mentions the hay in my hair or my swollen lips, which is a miracle considering how nosy my brothers are. I hurry and grab the keys to the Jeep in the garage and Drew and I head off to town to grab lunch at a little burger joint.

“Do they have salads?”

“No, sir. This is Texas. Only meat and potatoes. Also, this is a cheat weekend,” I remind him.

As we park, he turns and looks at me, and I can tell there’s something he wants to say. He grabs my hand and sweetly kisses my knuckles. “I can’t imagine you not being in my life. You make me so fucking happy.”

My heart does somersaults, and every time he says something like that, I feel like I’m dreaming. “I’m not going anywhere, Deputy. Not unless you want me to.”

“Never,” he says, and we get out and walk in.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DREW

Courtney drives me around until it gets dark, then we eat quickly, and sneak upstairs without really talking to anyone. We stand in the hallway, and I kiss her goodnight, wishing we could sleep in the same bed. At home, though we switch rooms when it’s time to wash the sheets, there hasn’t been a night that we haven’t slept together. Even after my shift, I make sure to crawl into whichever bed she’s in for the night. Holding her and having her body pressed against mine is something I look forward to every day.

The next morning, we get dressed, and we drive to a winery in Christoval. I can’t stop staring at Courtney and how beautiful she looks in that slinky dress that hangs off her shoulders. I’m happy she decided to drive the Jeep so we could be alone, but each time she shifts, I catch a glimpse of her bare thigh.