her waist, drawing her snug against him. Though it had been fifteen years since he’d kissed her, they fit together as if they’d never been apart a day. Except Ben was a much better kisser than he’d been back in high school, Allie conceded. Grown-up Ben knew exactly what pressure to apply, and how to take her breath away. Not that she wanted to dwell on just how—or with whom—he’d improved that skill. Her breath hitched as the kiss deepened, changed into one of need and lust, from him and from her.
Her hands roamed all over him, skimming over his chest, his belly. Skating around his sides and up his back, learning all the planes she’d once known by heart. He was equally busy exploring her too. At some point he’d loosened her top and slid a hand beneath the fabric, the palm of his other hand flat on the small of her back, pulling her close.
Breathing hard, he broke off the kiss, his eyes darkened not only by the shadows cast by his hat.
“Yes,” she breathed, answering his unspoken question.
She only had time for a single breath before he snatched her off the footrest, tossed her over his shoulder and half-ran across the field to where he’d parked his truck. He set her down but kept hold of her wrist. Once he’d opened the door, he grabbed a blanket from behind the driver’s seat. She stumbled after him as he rounded the truck and lowered the gate.
Allie laughed and let her head fall back in joy when he grabbed her by the waist. It had been so long since she’d felt not just needed, but unashamedly desired.
“Hold this” was the only warning she got before he hoisted her into the truck bed.
Excitement flashed through her as he kicked the feedbag and shovel aside. Shadows still obscuring his face, he curled his fist around the blanket and pulled her toward him. Her skin tingled when he once again slipped his hand over her bare belly, ranging higher until he found the clasp of her bra.
“Front opener,” he murmured. “Perfect.” With a single movement, the pressure of her bra relaxed and his palm cupped her breast.
“Lift up.” God, the need in his voice sent chills through her. Chills she hadn’t felt for far too long.
Her brain had stopped screaming, had stopped thinking about anything other than Ben touching her, her body reacting instinctively to his husky command. He pulled off her shirt, then her jeans along with her panties, frowning when he reached her boots.
“Shoot. Forgot about those. “ A quick tug on each foot, and she was soon naked from the waist down.
The sun warmed her already heated skin almost as much as the heat of his gaze. The bright blue of his eyes had been reduced to a narrow ring around his dark pupils. The dark depths drew her in, scorched her doubts to cinders.
Her fingers shaking with need, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it. He finished the job, shucking the tee, leaving her to explore the bare expanse of his chest. The light furring of blond hair gleamed gold in the bright sunlight. Using her index finger, she traced the Texas A&M tattoo on his left pec.
“Got it senior year.”
Thrilled at the roughness in his voice, she trailed her finger across his chest, circling the other nipple. His skin lifted in fine bumps with each swirl. If she mentioned it, he’d probably claim it was because of a breeze, but the wind had dropped. Even if there had been one, it would not have caused him to shiver but to sweat. Her entire body thrummed at the power that she had over him.
“Take your boots off.” Her own voice was dark, betraying her need. “I want you naked too.”
He sat, pulling her to sit beside him while he unlaced his boots. The moment he kicked them off, she took off his hat and tossed it to the corner, then pushed him to lie on his back then went to work undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his fly.
“You’re taking too long.” He swept her hands aside, lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down his thighs.
She reveled in the
Her hands roamed all over him, skimming over his chest, his belly. Skating around his sides and up his back, learning all the planes she’d once known by heart. He was equally busy exploring her too. At some point he’d loosened her top and slid a hand beneath the fabric, the palm of his other hand flat on the small of her back, pulling her close.
Breathing hard, he broke off the kiss, his eyes darkened not only by the shadows cast by his hat.
“Yes,” she breathed, answering his unspoken question.
She only had time for a single breath before he snatched her off the footrest, tossed her over his shoulder and half-ran across the field to where he’d parked his truck. He set her down but kept hold of her wrist. Once he’d opened the door, he grabbed a blanket from behind the driver’s seat. She stumbled after him as he rounded the truck and lowered the gate.
Allie laughed and let her head fall back in joy when he grabbed her by the waist. It had been so long since she’d felt not just needed, but unashamedly desired.
“Hold this” was the only warning she got before he hoisted her into the truck bed.
Excitement flashed through her as he kicked the feedbag and shovel aside. Shadows still obscuring his face, he curled his fist around the blanket and pulled her toward him. Her skin tingled when he once again slipped his hand over her bare belly, ranging higher until he found the clasp of her bra.
“Front opener,” he murmured. “Perfect.” With a single movement, the pressure of her bra relaxed and his palm cupped her breast.
“Lift up.” God, the need in his voice sent chills through her. Chills she hadn’t felt for far too long.
Her brain had stopped screaming, had stopped thinking about anything other than Ben touching her, her body reacting instinctively to his husky command. He pulled off her shirt, then her jeans along with her panties, frowning when he reached her boots.
“Shoot. Forgot about those. “ A quick tug on each foot, and she was soon naked from the waist down.
The sun warmed her already heated skin almost as much as the heat of his gaze. The bright blue of his eyes had been reduced to a narrow ring around his dark pupils. The dark depths drew her in, scorched her doubts to cinders.
Her fingers shaking with need, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it. He finished the job, shucking the tee, leaving her to explore the bare expanse of his chest. The light furring of blond hair gleamed gold in the bright sunlight. Using her index finger, she traced the Texas A&M tattoo on his left pec.
“Got it senior year.”
Thrilled at the roughness in his voice, she trailed her finger across his chest, circling the other nipple. His skin lifted in fine bumps with each swirl. If she mentioned it, he’d probably claim it was because of a breeze, but the wind had dropped. Even if there had been one, it would not have caused him to shiver but to sweat. Her entire body thrummed at the power that she had over him.
“Take your boots off.” Her own voice was dark, betraying her need. “I want you naked too.”
He sat, pulling her to sit beside him while he unlaced his boots. The moment he kicked them off, she took off his hat and tossed it to the corner, then pushed him to lie on his back then went to work undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his fly.
“You’re taking too long.” He swept her hands aside, lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down his thighs.
She reveled in the
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