Alexa bit back a smile. “Any name you want.”
Specks of gold flickered in Scott’s eyes, and he nodded. “All right. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Thanks for your time.” Alexa shook his hand one more time before he stomped on leftover dry hay and marched out of the barn.
She walked over to Brooks, enthusiasm warming her cheeks. When had she ever been so certain about an auctionee so early in the game? Never. Usually, she carried on a lengthy process, with Jackie’s help, to find the best candidate for the position, and to keep a level head. “He’s the one. I know it.”
Brooks jammed his hands into his pockets. “How can you be so sure? I thought you were going to double check with me first.”
She’d done a great job pretending not to notice how those denims snugged his manly frame and cupped his delicious ass. Still, her pulse fluttered. She drew in a long sharp breath, determined to stay on task. “Trust my instinct. He’s a real virgin, because he dated his ex-girlfriend for years who wanted to wait until marriage and then dumped him two months ago. He’s extremely good-looking, but he also has that endearing quality most women want.”
“What’s that?”
“He’s charming. Respectful. Called me ma’am and didn’t look at my boobs.”
“He’s obviously blind.”
Desire bolted through her. Brooks erased the distance between them, the dirty message in his eyes very obvious. She cleared her throat, her lips suddenly feeling dry. When she licked them, he pulled her to him in one swift move, and just like that, every part of her touched his.
“I have a hard time not looking at your tits,” he said, his gaze so intense, her breath caught in her throat.
“Yeah,” she said, more of a whisper than a word.
“I also have a hard time not salivating over your ass. Or smile. Or eyes.”
A bursting sensation expanded in her chest, squeezing its way up her throat, making her main pulse point throb. God. She’d meant it when she proposed they sleep together for one night only, but one night hadn’t been enough. How long with him would ever be enough?
She felt his cock pulsating through his jeans and, squirming, she moved just enough to nestle him between her thighs. He groaned, sweat slicking his forehead. Maybe he’d been exercising self-control for much longer than she. Perhaps…while she’d interviewed Scott?
“Is this true, or is your male ego bruised because I gave someone else attention?” Her voice wavered, and she wasn’t sure if she joked or meant it.
He circled his arm around her waist. “The part of me that’s hurting right now isn’t my ego,” he said, his voice thick and sexy. “And it’s burning for you, Madam, like the rest of me.”
“I’m…burning too.”
Burning? More like exploding. She circled her arms around his neck, and he took the cue, dipping his head and capturing her lips with his in a devastating kiss. He nipped her upper lip, causing currents of shivers within her. She tightened her hold on him, wishing neither had on clothes.
She touched his chest, loving how he stiffened, and worked her way down his washboard abs until she reached his zipper.
“Alexa,” he growled, the urgency in his voice enhancing her own.
Ignited, she unzipped him, fumbling with his boxers then pulling them down enough for his cock to jut out, gloriously hard and warm. She stroked it, staking her claim, the stupid idea of claiming him adding to the turmoil of sensations bubbling inside her. God, she hadn’t claimed his cock yet, had she?
“You’re so hard,” she whispered, if only to distract him before she pulled the rest of his jeans and underwear down and kneeled before him. Who knew if she’d have the opportunity to suck him again? He’d made no promises, and neither had she. Enjoy the moment, a small voice inside her said.
“No one has ever turned me on the way you do,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
She peered up at him, and his eyes darkened, the flames of desire in his irises the evidence he meant every word. Encouraged, she stroked his impressive cock, feeling the underside veins throbbing with the contact, warming her palm and shooting a strand of arousal through her.
He groaned, inhaling, probably attempting to control his reaction to her. Sweat slicked her forehead. God. She’d been there, too. When he’d pleasured her on her desk, and taken her to the edge, pushing her into an abyss of pleasure. It’s only fair I do the same to him.
She ran her fingers up and down his length, teasing, causing his rod to get even bigger and thicker under her touch. A sense of empowerment swelled in her chest, and she smiled inwardly, adamant on continuing her plan.
“Darlin’,” he said, shoving his fingers into her hair, pulling a chunk of it. Her scalp sizzled in response.
She took some inches of his cock into her mouth, working the rest with her hand, knowing fully well it’d take time to fit him completely. Damn, the man had some hot rod. She smelled her scent of female arousal in the air, even though she still wore her jeans. Her thighs felt sticky and her warm cream coated her G-string, melting it against her swollen pussy.
“Fuck, Alexa. You suck me so good.”
Smothering a moan, she intensified the rhythm of her hand, slowly adding more of him inside her mouth, stretching her throat muscles to the max. When she pushed some of it away, she released an exhale, but quickly sucked him right back in again. The soft, salty skin covering his hardness was delicious.
She’d never enjoyed giving oral sex before, on the few occasions she’d tried. This…was different…was something she craved. Hhhmmmmm. She grazed her teeth around his cock, giving his flesh little nips and tracing a path to the thick head. With the tip of her tongue, she stroked the slit in the middle, earning another growl from him which only excited her even more.
Some pre-cum bubbled at the tip, and she licked the salty seed with gusto. She felt him shudder, his legs trembling, breaths shaky. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, kneeling in front of her before she could question his actions.
She lifted her hand to her mouth, lips sizzling with his flavor on them. “Why did you stop? I thought you said you were burning for me.”
He reached for her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. “Yes. And now we’ll burn together.”
Chapter Six
Burn together. Hell, he was already in flames. Brooks pulled her shirt over her head and, with help from her, managed to pull down her jeans and underwear with one clumsy move.
Rays of sunshine trespassed through the closed windows, and even though the barn was no longer in service, anyone could walk in. He was about to fuck her in broad daylight in one of his barns, and nothing else seemed more right. Taking her in his domain.