Page 99 of First Touch

“Then let me go so we can get back to the house.”

He surrendered me, but it was to undo his buckle. “I can’t wait that long. I’m so hard I’m in pain.”

My heart tripped a beat. “Here?” God, yes.

“Here.” Abruptly, he pushed me up against the next stall and pinned my hands over my head. His breathing was heavy, like mine, the cold air causing twin puffs of condensation to drift and mingle between us. Despite the temperature, I radiated with warmth.

This was what I needed. This was what was missing. The anticipation was hammering inside my chest, making my panties damp, causing me to shiver and sweat all at once.

His mouth was only an inch away from mine, his eyes glued to my lips and the effort of restraint etched clearly on his features. “How do you want me?”

His words swirled around us. It was another form of the question he’d asked over and over. The question he kept coming back to. What do you want? How do you want it?

I never felt like I had a good answer. For the first time, I realized why. Because what I wanted was to not be asked the question.

And, if I knew Reeve like I thought I was beginning to, I didn’t believe that he really wanted to be asking, either. He’d rather just decide.

“No,” I told him. “You tell me what I want. That’s what I want.”

His eyes darkened, confirming my suspicion. He liked this answer. It was the right answer. For both of us.

He changed his grip so that only one of his hands held mine in place. With the other, he undid one of the buttons on my jacket. “You’ve wanted to fuck me all day.” His voice was low, raw. “You kept thinking about the ways I could take you. By the river.” Another button undone. “In the fields.” Another button. “On the horse.” The last button now.

Yes. “Why didn’t you?” It came out barely more than a whisper.

He released me and I turned automatically to let him take off the outer garment, which he flung to the ground. “Because out there we were being sweet. And you wanted to be dirty.”

Yes, so much yes.

He pulled the hem of my shirt from my pants. “So now it’s going to be especially dirty because you made me wait for it.”

With one quick movement, he ripped my shirt completely open, sending buttons flying. Goose bumps scampered down every inch of my exposed skin, caused as much from his words and the primal act as from the sudden cold air. I shuddered. My nipples were taut beads poking through the lace of my bra.

He pulled the ruined material of my shirt from my shoulders, then reached behind to unhook my bra. As the straps fell down my arms, his eyes grazed over my breasts, heating me with his gaze.

No matter how many times he’d seen me undressed, he never failed to look at me like that – like a starving man. Like he wanted to eat me up. Like he couldn’t get enough.

I understood how he felt. I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of that look.

The sound of whistling drew my attention down the aisle toward the entrance. Reeve pinched his fingers on my chin and jerked my face back to him. “Eyes on me,” he said sharply. “You don’t care about who’s around. You want me to worry about that. You want me to decide who sees you. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded.

He yanked my chin up higher. “Say it.”

“I want you to decide who sees me.” Dammit, if I wasn’t wet before, I was now.

“Good girl.” He released my face. Grabbing my arm, he dragged me forcibly to the feed storage a couple of feet away where hay was bundled in varying heights. “Turn around,” he ordered. I did and he shoved me down on a double-high stack of bales.

He curled his fingers around the waistband of my pants. “You want your cunt on display for me.” He pulled them down as far as they’d go with my boots on. “I can’t see you like that, Blue Eyes. You need to spread.”

Shuffling my feet outward, I started spreading my legs, but I was too slow or didn’t move far enough because Reeve put a hand on my lower back and kicked one of my boots then the other until I was spread wide.

He trailed his fingers at the crotch of my underwear. “You’re soaked, Emily. Good thing these are coming off.” He gripped my panties with one hand on each side of the seam on my right hip. In the same way he’d torn my shirt, he tugged and ripped the flimsy lace material apart. He repeated the action on the other side then removed the remnants.

“Beautiful, Em.” His tone was thick with appreciation. “You wanted me to see your cunt, and I can see it perfectly now.”

I glanced over my shoulder and found him standing several feet away, admiring the view. My pussy pulsed, enjoying the spotlight.