chafed her sensitized nipples but instead of irritating, the sensation sent waves directly to the area of her body presently rubbing against Chance’s fly. He was as turned on as she was, a definite plus, and the things he was saying left her panting. Some part of her consciousness didn’t trust him, but her libido didn’t care. He was sexy and hot for her. His body promised things to hers, and waiting was killing her. She’d never been known for her patience.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Talkin—mmmmmm.”
His mouth took her breath away and cut off any more talking on her part, too. Chance pressed closer, his erection rubbing against her as he pushed her a little higher on the wall to change the angle. If they’d been naked, she’d be riding him hard and fast. Her tongue pushed his aside and thrust into his mouth. He gripped her head with gentle hands and dragged his mouth from hers only to trail his tongue down her neck and across her collarbone.
Cass sighed and arched her head back. She rested it against the wood behind her, leaving her neck exposed to his attentions. With a little space between them now, one of his hands cupped her. She inhaled sharply, which pushed her breast deeper into his palm. He groaned, and she tightened her legs around his waist, all but sealing them together.
“Want to taste you.” His words burst out in puffs of his breath. “Want to touch you.”
“Talking. You’re talking again.”
“I think there should be a whole lot more talkin’ goin’ on and a whole lot less touchin’.”
Mortified, she gasped and stared over Chance’s shoulder. Boots stood in the barn doorway, hands on his hips, his face perfectly blank. Chance hunched against her, and she tapped him on the shoulder. “Yo, dude...company?” She cut her eyes to indicate they’d been caught.
Chance glanced over his shoulder and flashed a wicked grin. “He doesn’t have a shotgun, so I think we’re safe.”
She thumped him on the shoulder. “Put me down, Chance.”
“You’re the one with your legs wrapped around my waist, darlin’.”
She felt heat rise up her chest and flood her face. With her hands on his shoulders for leverage, she unhooked her ankles and dropped first one foot then the other to the floor. Her knees threatened to buckle but with a gallant gesture, Chance supported her until she got her bearings. Dizzy, out of breath and blushing furiously, she managed to face Boots from behind Chance’s brawny frame.
“Busted, Uncle Boots. I...sort of figured you wouldn’t be back until after the storm.”
“Storm’s been over awhile, Cassidy.” His expression didn’t change—remaining stony with a spark of anger lighting his eyes.
“I got a little wet getting the horses in. Chance offered me his shirt.” Of course, his shirt was on the floor, along with hers. That elicited a quirked brow from the older man. She sucked in a deep breath and reached for her inner adult. “If you don’t mind, Uncle Boots, we’ll see you up at the house in a few minutes.”
Boots glanced at his watch, stared at her then favored Chance with a scowl. “Five minutes or I’m coming back. With Winnie.”
As the old man exited the barn, Chance cut his eyes to her. “Winnie?” His whisper raised goose bumps on her rapidly chilling flesh.
“Winnie is his Winchester shotgun.”
“We’ll be right behind you, sir.”
A giggle burbled up from nowhere at Chance’s quick reply, and she hissed out, “It’s not like he’ll make you marry me or anything.”
The man in front of her stilled. Completely, totally, not-even-breathing stilled. As quick as a snake, his head whipped around, and his eyes bored into hers. She choked off another giggle and stared back, wide-eyed and startled.
“That’s a joke, Chance.” She reached for him but seeing his expression, her hands plummeted to her sides like rocks.
“Marrying me would be a joke?”
Cass pressed back against the wall. This was
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Talkin—mmmmmm.”
His mouth took her breath away and cut off any more talking on her part, too. Chance pressed closer, his erection rubbing against her as he pushed her a little higher on the wall to change the angle. If they’d been naked, she’d be riding him hard and fast. Her tongue pushed his aside and thrust into his mouth. He gripped her head with gentle hands and dragged his mouth from hers only to trail his tongue down her neck and across her collarbone.
Cass sighed and arched her head back. She rested it against the wood behind her, leaving her neck exposed to his attentions. With a little space between them now, one of his hands cupped her. She inhaled sharply, which pushed her breast deeper into his palm. He groaned, and she tightened her legs around his waist, all but sealing them together.
“Want to taste you.” His words burst out in puffs of his breath. “Want to touch you.”
“Talking. You’re talking again.”
“I think there should be a whole lot more talkin’ goin’ on and a whole lot less touchin’.”
Mortified, she gasped and stared over Chance’s shoulder. Boots stood in the barn doorway, hands on his hips, his face perfectly blank. Chance hunched against her, and she tapped him on the shoulder. “Yo, dude...company?” She cut her eyes to indicate they’d been caught.
Chance glanced over his shoulder and flashed a wicked grin. “He doesn’t have a shotgun, so I think we’re safe.”
She thumped him on the shoulder. “Put me down, Chance.”
“You’re the one with your legs wrapped around my waist, darlin’.”
She felt heat rise up her chest and flood her face. With her hands on his shoulders for leverage, she unhooked her ankles and dropped first one foot then the other to the floor. Her knees threatened to buckle but with a gallant gesture, Chance supported her until she got her bearings. Dizzy, out of breath and blushing furiously, she managed to face Boots from behind Chance’s brawny frame.
“Busted, Uncle Boots. I...sort of figured you wouldn’t be back until after the storm.”
“Storm’s been over awhile, Cassidy.” His expression didn’t change—remaining stony with a spark of anger lighting his eyes.
“I got a little wet getting the horses in. Chance offered me his shirt.” Of course, his shirt was on the floor, along with hers. That elicited a quirked brow from the older man. She sucked in a deep breath and reached for her inner adult. “If you don’t mind, Uncle Boots, we’ll see you up at the house in a few minutes.”
Boots glanced at his watch, stared at her then favored Chance with a scowl. “Five minutes or I’m coming back. With Winnie.”
As the old man exited the barn, Chance cut his eyes to her. “Winnie?” His whisper raised goose bumps on her rapidly chilling flesh.
“Winnie is his Winchester shotgun.”
“We’ll be right behind you, sir.”
A giggle burbled up from nowhere at Chance’s quick reply, and she hissed out, “It’s not like he’ll make you marry me or anything.”
The man in front of her stilled. Completely, totally, not-even-breathing stilled. As quick as a snake, his head whipped around, and his eyes bored into hers. She choked off another giggle and stared back, wide-eyed and startled.
“That’s a joke, Chance.” She reached for him but seeing his expression, her hands plummeted to her sides like rocks.
“Marrying me would be a joke?”
Cass pressed back against the wall. This was
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