Page 33 of Apple of My Eye

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel it. Don’t hold back on me now.”

Her hand pressed over mine to hold me exactly where she needed me, riding it hard until at last her entire body shuddered under my control. Her tight walls pulsed around my fingers, and kept my hand in their grip. That beautiful face of hers unraveled from intensity to complete satisfaction in a matter seconds.

She collapsed against me, her breath coming out in one long, unsteady exhale.

I eased my hand free. “Mind if I have a taste?” I licked my fingers clean and then shared a kiss with her. “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect, Daisy.”

I straightened her clothing with the care I’d always afford her from this day forward.

She tilted her head toward me, biting her bottom lip. Her hand drew lazy circles, sliding down my torso, finding me through my jeans. My cock formed a prominent bulge for her fingertips to outline.

I caught her wrist, not roughly—only enough to stop her.

“Careful. You start that, and I’m not stopping.”

“But what about you?” She asked.

“I’m fine, for now.”

“Why?”

There were several answers to that. I went with the one I could say out loud without sounding like a man writing vows in his head.

I growled, cupped her cheek, and dragged my thumb along her bottom lip again. “Because next time, I want you begging for me.”

“Next time, cowboy?”

“Hell, yeah, Daisy,” I murmured. “We’re just getting started.”

Headlights swept through the back window before I could log her reaction.

Another vehicle rolled into the overlook, its engine loud in the quiet, stereo thumping with modern music. Some kids pulled into the space two spots down with all the subtlety of a freight train.

Daisy laughed first, a short, surprised sound.

“Time to go?” She asked.

“Yep.” Didn’t want to go, but wasn’t going to sit here with her with teenagers watching nearby.

The house wasdark downstairs when I pulled in, with only the porch light left on. My parents had called it a night.

“Hey.” I wasn’t ready to let the night end without one more kiss. I caught her by the jacket sleeve and turned her toward me, and she came without resistance—finally a sign oftrust in my book. My hand curved around the back of her neck and I captured her lips, without urgency or agenda. My way of telling her without words that what happened up on the Rims hadn’t been nothing to me.

It hadn’t been nothing to her either, by the way she clutched my shoulders and held on tight.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes took a second to open.

Her phone rang.

The sound split the night like a crack of ice, and Daisy flinched before reaching into her jacket pocket. She glanced at the screen.

A small frown. “It’s Sage. It’s late for her to be calling.” She answered. “Hey, what’s up?”

I watched her face. In three seconds, the flush drained right out of it. Her expression went to stone, the frightened kind that she covered fast with a hand to her mouth.

“What do you mean the lights are on? Sage? Sage, listen to me. Calm down, and do not go inside. Don’t touch anything. Get back in your car and call the sheriff right now.”

I jolted, hanging on every word.