Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
But it ran deep, what he felt. It ran deep and hot and strong, uncontrollable as lightning, unstoppable as rain. The hay beneath me was firm, the loft floor solid, but I felt as if I were dangling off the edge of a cliff. I jerked my hands at the ropes that bound them, desperate to cling to him so he could pull me back to safety.
My helpless cries of pain and pleasure mingled with Beckett’s labored breaths and anguished cursing through a clenched jaw. His hands gripped my thighs and yanked me toward him while his hips drove his cock into me in an unceasing, savage rhythm until we both groaned in agonized relief as the tension between us exploded. Everything around me turned to gold and nothing mattered except his body pulsing inside me and my wild, crazy heart and this fire burning between us that refused to die down.
As he untied the ropes and tenderly kissed the inside of each wrist, I realized I didn’t even want it to.
But I wasn’t sure I had a choice.
Fourteen
Beckett
I lowered her dress before getting to my feet and hitching up my jeans. “You okay?”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “I don’t know. I might not be able to walk back to the house.”
“Good.” Smiling, I offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
Running her hands up my abs and chest, she shook her head. “Your body is insane.”
“My body needs a shower.” I looked around for my shirt, spied her underwear, and scooped it up. “I think these belong to you.”
“Thanks.” She stepped into them while I grabbed my shirt, tugged it over my head, and slipped my belt through the loops. Rain thrummed loudly on the roof above us.
“Sounds bad out there,” I said. “Do you want me to grab an umbrella for you?”
“No. I’ll be okay.”
“What about your dress?”
She cocked her head and poked her hands on her hips. “Now you’re worried about my dress? After you threw me down in the hay and nearly ripped it off me?”
“Uh, yes?” I laughed. “Sorry, I don’t know what the right answer to that question is.”
“Are you sorry you were so rough with me?”
“Another hard question. This is a tough test.”
Sighing, she went over to the ladder and started down. “Never mind. But if someone asks me why I have rope burns on my wrists, I’m telling them you tied me up in the barn and had your way with me. You only pretend to be a gentleman.”
I came down after her, jumping from the third rung to the ground. “Are you implying I don’t have nice manners?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m afraid so.”
“Huh.” I grabbed my hat off the peg it was resting on near the tack room door and placed it on my head. “Then I guess I’ll have to prove you wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
I strolled toward her, and she backed up.
“Beckett Weaver, you’ve got a wicked look in your eye. What are you—”
Moving too quick for her to get out of my way, I grabbed her by the waist and threw her over my shoulder.
She squealed and thumped on my back. “Beckett! Put me down!”
I headed out of the barn and into the pouring rain. “I’m saving you from the mud like a gentleman. It’s a mess out here.”
“You didn’t even shut the barn doors!” she yelled.
“I’ll go back out.”
Laughing, she continued to squirm and struggle, but I had an arm locked tight around her thighs. There was no way she was getting away from me. With the rain soaking us both, I made my way across the yard and climbed the steps to the side porch, where I set her down.
“Oh my God, I’m drenched,” she said, looking up and letting the rain pelt her face.
“But your feet are clean.”
She looked down at her flats. “I guess they are. So thank you.”
I tipped my dripping hat to her. “Ma’am.”
She laughed and wound her arms around my neck. “I take back what I said. Your manners are fine.”
Lowering my voice, I leaned closer to her, pressing her back against the house. “Does that mean I can have my way with you again later?”
Her eyes lit up, but her expression was coy. “We’ll see about that.”
The rain continued to pummel our skin, but I didn’t care. Unable to resist those lips that had always tempted me so, I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, my tongue stroking hers, my hands sliding up the back of her wet dress. She clung to me, her body pressed against mine, her mouth open. In my head, I heard her soft voice begging—let me feel like I’m yours.
There was nothing I wanted more. Nothing I’d ever wanted more.
Reluctantly, I tore my mouth from hers, and we stood for a moment, eyes locked, breathing hard. “Maddie,” I said, my voice hoarse. I took her face in my hands. For a moment, we were eighteen again, standing under that maple tree, and there was something I had to tell her. Something that needed to be said.