When she finished, she turned, hammer in hand, to peer at him seated behind the wheel of his truck. His cock already throbbed.
He got out and every step toward her was blurred with anticipation of gliding his hands over her, feeling her curves slipping under the cotton.
He steeled himself, thinking of all the responsibilities that came before his own pleasure.
But do they come before mine? his dick asked.
Jesus Christ, stop hounding me.
Sadie threw him a smile and wave. “You’re early.”
Fuck, he wanted to stay and help her but if he did, he’d be pounding something besides stakes into the ground.
He closed the gap between them as if her body was a magnet his couldn’t stay away from. Her beautiful face, her hair pulled back in a messy, careless fashion both gripped at him like her hands twisted into those covers.
You’re not going to leave.
He didn’t respond to his dick’s comment. Why the hell did he ever hold a conversation with it in the first place?
She gave him an expectant smile.
“I only came by to tell you I can’t work on the walls with you today. I got behind on some chores and need to be at the Bellamy.” He blurted all this while thinking about how he’d first pull her near, then kiss her and undress her.
And suck her pretty little nipples and make her scream.
She tipped her head, which caused her updo to wobble on the back of her head. “That’s okay. I have other things to do around here. We can start tomorrow.”
He swallowed, throat dry as he noted how she dipped her stare over him in the same way he eyed her right now.
Her gaze flicked back up to his, and he experienced that jolt of electric current.
“I can help you lay out the rest of the sidewalk. If you want, that is.” What was he doing? He didn’t have spare time.
“Right now? I thought you said you have work to do. Oh, I just realized you don’t have my number. You can call next time.”
Hell, was she dismissing him? No way.
“Give me your phone and I’ll enter my contact.”
He handed it over.
She arched a brow. “No passcode or thumb ID?”
“No.”
She smiled. “Trusting guy. Okay.”
He watched her as she entered her name and number into his phone. When she handed it back to him, he thought to only take it—but then he closed his hand around hers.
Her head snapped up.
He didn’t release her, only stood staring into her eyes.
“Theo,” she said on a shiver.
He yanked her in. She braced a hand on his chest but instead of shoving him away, she twisted the cloth and went on tiptoe.
“Fuck, we’ll never get any work done,” he muttered before taking her mouth. She moaned at the first caress, and he deepened it, angling his head and swiping his tongue over her sultry lips, seeking entry.
She opened her mouth on a gasp, and he plunged in, tongue questing for all the dirty little moans she’d give him.
With a hand around his nape, she pulled him into the kiss, and he planted a hand on her round ass. Visions of pulling off her panties, spreading her golden thighs and thrusting his tongue into the treasure between them had him throbbing and fully hard in seconds.
“Theo,” she gasped out between deep passes of his tongue, “you have to…work.”
“I am. Workin’ on you.” He grinned, and she returned it before kissing him again. Need blasted through him, and he tugged her hips flush to his, letting her feel his bulging hardness.
A shiver ran through her. “Do you have time for”—she sucked in sharply as he captured her earlobe between his teeth and lightly nibbled it—“a quickie?”
“I couldn’t go quick with you if I tried. But I got time.” He caught her under the thighs and pulled her up and around him. She clung to his neck and rubbed against him as he strode to the front of the schoolhouse and blasted through the door.
He didn’t bother to kick it shut behind him but whirled her to the wall, planting her against it and trapping her with his body. Panting for air and control, he knew he sat precariously on the brink of losing his damn mind.
“What do you do to me, woman?”
“Same thing you do to me.”
He let her slide down, slowly, inch by inch so he could feel her body rubbing against his on the way.
Her feet hit the floor, and she toed off the old sneakers she wore. With her lip compressed in her teeth, she looked up at him.
Unable to stop now, he whirled her to face the wall. She planted her hands as he sank to his knees behind her gorgeous ass. Spreading his hands across the round globes, he drank in the moment.
She twisted her head to look back at him.
Then he yanked her sweats down.
“Jesus God, you’re not wearing underwear.” His mouth, dry before, began to water.
“I…don’t have any clean and I haven’t gotten to a laundry facility.” Her breath hitched on every word or two and jumped a frequency when he leaned in and kissed her sweet ass.
His sole focus was to make her scream his name. Over and over again.
As he worked his lips across one globe, over the seam and to the next, she froze. Then he thumbed her apart and dipped his tongue into her pussy. As he tasted her honey, she screamed his name.
She arched her back and thrust her ass out to give him access. He licked her slick folds and continued to tongue her in quick laps and flicks. She went on tiptoe, straining. He knew she was close from such little contact that she must have been thinking of him doing this since the moment he stepped onto her property.
Maybe before that, when she chose to go bare beneath her sweatpants.
He reached around her and found her swollen clit. Pressing down on it with a fingertip, he tormented her front and back for long minutes. She held out, fingers dug into the wall.
Her pussy contracted, alerting him she was close to coming. He delved his tongue inside and circled her clit with a fingertip.
“Theo! Oh my God, Theo!” She issued a cry that would rock any man’s ego. Hot juices coated his tongue and fingers, and she shook all over as her orgasm washed over her.
He couldn’t stop there and dragged more little moans from her, while his dick begged and pleaded with him to stop and take her.
As she collapsed against the wall, cheek pressed against the plaster, he leaned back with a satisfied smile.
When he stood, his cock swelled in preparation.
He wrapped his arm around her middle and closed his other hand over her breast. Her breaths came fast.
“Guess I’d better get back to the Bellamy,” he rumbled against her throat.
That got a rise from her. She whirled to him, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Not so fast, cowboy. It’s my turn.”
Chapter Five
She hit her knees, and her loose T-shirt slid down to cover her hips. But that didn’t stop the tingle of awareness that she was bare and dripping from her release.
While she unbuckled Theo’s belt, she ignored his rodeo buckle and focused on his hard, rigid length snaked under his boxers.
Flashing a look at his face, she pulled his shaft free. He seemed to hold his breath but the burn in his eyes scorched through her. As she circled his thickness with her fingers and drew the plump, purple head to her mouth, he closed his eyes.