row.”
“What does fixing fence entail?”
“A fifth of Jack Daniels.” He grinned at her. “Kiddin’. It’s a tedious job that’s never ending.”
“Because the McKays have so much land?”
“Not that as much as there’s a lot of fence. No matter how well the fence is installed, the elements and the cattle make a mess of it. Summer is slow until haying starts, so that’s when we do the majority of the repairs.”
“No wonder you wanted to cool off in the lake last night. But it didn’t help much since you got us both all hot and bothered.” She sighed. “That’s all I thought about today. How it felt to be skin to skin with you. And how much I liked having your mouth all over me.”
He hadn’t even put his mouth where he most wanted it.
“I liked it when you bit on my neck almost as much as when you sucked on my—”
“Jesus, Carolyn. Stop.”
“Language,” she chided.
“Then you watch what you’re sayin’.”
“What?” she said innocently.
He snorted. “You know what .”
Her pause chilled the air in the cab despite the eighty-degree heat.
Aw hell, she hadn’t been playing coy. She doesn’t have enough experience to do that, remember?
“Oh. So that’s how it is.”
“How what is?”
“The virgin/whore thing. I’m a virgin so I couldn’t possibly be thinking dirty thoughts about you and me naked, nor am I supposed to voice those thoughts.”
“Not true.”
“But you’ve said I’m different than other women, so do you separate them into the other category? What happens after my virginity isn’t an issue? Then I’m a whore?”
Dangerous to have this conversation at sixty miles an hour. He kept his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. The woman would push and push and push… Yet he admired her for that trait. Just because she was innocent didn’t mean she was a pushover. “How about we cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“We crossed that bridge last night, Carson, when I was in my underwear spread out on a picnic table.”
The image—the beautiful image of her writhing under him hit him hard. “What is it you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
Don’t do it.
But his mouth opened of its own accord. “Last night I wanted to fuck you. I will fuck you but it won’t be on a whim on a hard goddamned picnic table. It’ll be in a proper bed where I can take my time so your first time is special because God knows mine wasn’t. It won’t make you a whore. It’ll just make you mine.”
“Oh.”
“And sugar, if you wanna talk dirty to me, I’m good with that. But I’d rather you didn’t do it when I’m behind the wheel ’cause I’m liable to wreck my damn truck.”
Silence.
After a minute or so of dead air, he chanced a quick look at her.
The woman wore that I’ve-got-a-secret smile that spelled trouble.
Shit. “Say something.”
“Now that that’s sorted out, where are we going?”
“I thought we could see a movie in Spearfish.”
“Do you know what’s playing?”
“Nope. But it’ll be dark, you’ll be next to me so I don’t really care.” Did that make him sound smarmy? He changed the subject. “So tell me about your day.”
“My mom’s friend Maxine Granger stopped by. She takes in mending and ironing, plus she does alterations and some custom tailoring. Maxine’s daughter had a baby and she’ll be gone to Kansas for at least a month. She’s asked me to fulfill her sewing and alterations jobs during that time. Which will work out because I can do it from home.”
“Won’t that be a lot of work?”
She shrugged. “I’m used to it. I think my fingers are finally healed from last summer.”
He frowned. “What’d you do last summer?”
“Same thing I’ve done every summer since I was twelve. Lived with my aunt and assisted her in the custom tailoring business she owns. It’s a family thing on mother’s side. My mom used to be an amazing seamstress and she started teaching me to sew when I
“What does fixing fence entail?”
“A fifth of Jack Daniels.” He grinned at her. “Kiddin’. It’s a tedious job that’s never ending.”
“Because the McKays have so much land?”
“Not that as much as there’s a lot of fence. No matter how well the fence is installed, the elements and the cattle make a mess of it. Summer is slow until haying starts, so that’s when we do the majority of the repairs.”
“No wonder you wanted to cool off in the lake last night. But it didn’t help much since you got us both all hot and bothered.” She sighed. “That’s all I thought about today. How it felt to be skin to skin with you. And how much I liked having your mouth all over me.”
He hadn’t even put his mouth where he most wanted it.
“I liked it when you bit on my neck almost as much as when you sucked on my—”
“Jesus, Carolyn. Stop.”
“Language,” she chided.
“Then you watch what you’re sayin’.”
“What?” she said innocently.
He snorted. “You know what .”
Her pause chilled the air in the cab despite the eighty-degree heat.
Aw hell, she hadn’t been playing coy. She doesn’t have enough experience to do that, remember?
“Oh. So that’s how it is.”
“How what is?”
“The virgin/whore thing. I’m a virgin so I couldn’t possibly be thinking dirty thoughts about you and me naked, nor am I supposed to voice those thoughts.”
“Not true.”
“But you’ve said I’m different than other women, so do you separate them into the other category? What happens after my virginity isn’t an issue? Then I’m a whore?”
Dangerous to have this conversation at sixty miles an hour. He kept his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. The woman would push and push and push… Yet he admired her for that trait. Just because she was innocent didn’t mean she was a pushover. “How about we cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“We crossed that bridge last night, Carson, when I was in my underwear spread out on a picnic table.”
The image—the beautiful image of her writhing under him hit him hard. “What is it you want me to say?”
“The truth.”
Don’t do it.
But his mouth opened of its own accord. “Last night I wanted to fuck you. I will fuck you but it won’t be on a whim on a hard goddamned picnic table. It’ll be in a proper bed where I can take my time so your first time is special because God knows mine wasn’t. It won’t make you a whore. It’ll just make you mine.”
“Oh.”
“And sugar, if you wanna talk dirty to me, I’m good with that. But I’d rather you didn’t do it when I’m behind the wheel ’cause I’m liable to wreck my damn truck.”
Silence.
After a minute or so of dead air, he chanced a quick look at her.
The woman wore that I’ve-got-a-secret smile that spelled trouble.
Shit. “Say something.”
“Now that that’s sorted out, where are we going?”
“I thought we could see a movie in Spearfish.”
“Do you know what’s playing?”
“Nope. But it’ll be dark, you’ll be next to me so I don’t really care.” Did that make him sound smarmy? He changed the subject. “So tell me about your day.”
“My mom’s friend Maxine Granger stopped by. She takes in mending and ironing, plus she does alterations and some custom tailoring. Maxine’s daughter had a baby and she’ll be gone to Kansas for at least a month. She’s asked me to fulfill her sewing and alterations jobs during that time. Which will work out because I can do it from home.”
“Won’t that be a lot of work?”
She shrugged. “I’m used to it. I think my fingers are finally healed from last summer.”
He frowned. “What’d you do last summer?”
“Same thing I’ve done every summer since I was twelve. Lived with my aunt and assisted her in the custom tailoring business she owns. It’s a family thing on mother’s side. My mom used to be an amazing seamstress and she started teaching me to sew when I
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