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She laughs harder. “You’re an idiot.”

Closing the small distance I just created, one hand tucks her hair behind her ear, then rests behind neck. While my other hand wraps around her waist, pulling her closer. I don’t give her a chance to think. I claim her mouth in a soft kiss. Her hands fist my shirt as she melts into my hold.

Stopping, I rest my forehead against hers. She might seem present, but I know how the panic lingers. “Let’s go for a drive.”

Grabbing her hand and pulling her along, as she asks. “Where to?”

I shrug. I’m not sure. Just a drive. “Let’s see where we end up.”

Her laughter is music to my ears.

We get into one of the buggies, leaving Esky behind with Molly and Buttons. I take off through the main gate, no destination in mind.

When we passa sign for Twisties—seriously the names of these spots—I decide to take her there.

I rest my hand on her thigh; I half expect her to remove it, but she entwines her own fingers. It feels natural, the two of us, like this. A smile on her face, hair blowing in the breeze and holding hands. That’s a sobering thought. Me holding hands. With a woman.

I should remove my hand, and definitely not allow her to move it closer to the apex of her thighs.

Looking over when the tips of my finger brush her pantie covered cunt, she gives me a knowing smile.

“Princess…” I try to make it sound like a warning, but it is the farthest from how I sound.

“Cowboy...”

That’s enough for me, because I slip my fingers beneath the underwear, meeting the flesh of her pussy. I try to focus on driving, but I’m distracted by how wet her centre is.

My finger runs up and down her slit before pushing apart her pussy lips to find her clit and entrance.

“Rhys!” She gasps my name.

“Don’t act surprised, Princess, moving my hand here, wanting my fingers in you.”

“Please.”

I pull the hand brake up, and Morgan is climbing into my lap and lifting my shirt up and off me. Her hands trail over the bumps and dents of my muscles. I let her explore my body. She’s eyed fucked me plenty, felt my body on her, but she has never just touched.

My cock strains in my jeans, and I’m positive she can feel it, especially when she rolls her hips, and I feel her cunt glide over my erect dick.

Her lips are the next to explore my body, well as much asshe can in the confinement of the small space. She is kissing down my neck, over my chest. Her tongue flicks each of my nipples.

Her eyes find mine and something mischievous crosses them. As soon as I’m about to ask her what she’s planning she bites just above my nipple.

I choke on a shocked groan, and she grins, proud of herself.

“That’s enough exploring, Princess. Give me your lips.”

“I don’t know, Cowboy, you bit me twice.” She pretends to ponder, but I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her to me, and nothing but lust shines in her eyes. Our lips meet in a fevered kiss. Both fighting for dominance, but ultimately, I win when I bite down on her lip. I’m being too rough with her, I need to chill the fuck out, but she makes me feral for her.

“Get out of your head, Rhys.”

I open my mouth to reply, but she hasn’t finished apparently.

“I trust you.”

She trusts me. I pull her back down to me, needing her to feel how much those words mean to me.

My hands find her hips. I encourage her to move, up and down. She moans, which feeds my erection making it more painful as it pushes against the zipper of my jeans. I thrust my hips up into her.