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“You’re not gonna stop there, are you?” I tease, running my fingers through his hair.
Rayne smirks, his lips brushing against mine. “You really think I’m done with you?”
I laugh, pulling him down into another kiss. His body presses against mine, and I can feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans, pressing right where I need him most.
“Good,” I breathe against his lips. “Because I’m not done with you either.”
His growl rumbles through me as he leans back just enough to yank off his shirt, tossing it aside before pulling me into his lap again. His hands are everywhere—on my hips, my ass, my tits—like he can’t get enough of me.
“Fuck, Billie,” he mutters, his voice rough with need. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I grin, grinding down against him, feeling his cock throb under me. “Good.”
He chuckles, but the sound is cut off by a groan as I roll my hips again, dragging his length against my soaked pussy through my jeans.
We’re both so close to losing control, but I know we’re not ready for that final step yet. Not here. Not now.
But soon.
“Let’s get out of here,” Rayne mutters, his hands gripping my hips tight. “I want to finish this somewhere I can really take my time with you.”
I nod, breathless and eager, and we climb out of the truck.
Chapter 16
Billie
The bakery booth at the Fall Festival is crazier than ever. I’ve been serving pumpkin spice cupcakes and apple cider donuts nonstop since I got here, and if it weren’t for the adrenaline rush of the festival, I’d probably have passed out by now. The crisp fall air, the vibrant orange and red leaves, the smell of roasted nuts and cinnamon swirling around—it’s like a postcard come to life.
But none of that is why I’m distracted.
Rayne’s supposed to show up soon. And not just for a quick stop to flirt and help me pack up the booth. No, tonight is different. We’re doing this whole thing—publicly. For the first time, it’ll be out in the open that Rayne and I are more than just casual acquaintances or friends who might be a little too friendly. We’re a thing. A couple. Together.
And to be honest, the thought of that has me both nervous and excited. I keep wiping my hands on my apron, fidgeting with the trays of baked goods like they’re not already perfectly arranged.
Shay notices, of course. She always does. “Stop fussing,” she says, nudging me with her elbow as she hands a customertheir order. “You’re not gonna impress him any more than you already have.”
I laugh, trying to shake off my nerves. “I’m not trying to impress him.”
Shay gives me a look that says, ‘Sure you aren’t.’
“He’s coming tonight, right?” she asks, but it’s more of a statement than a question.
“Yeah, he’s coming.”
“Good,” Shay says, grinning as she adjusts the sign on the booth. “About time you two stopped sneaking around like a couple of teenagers.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the smile from creeping up. She’s right. This whole thing between Rayne and me has been simmering for years, and now that it’s finally out in the open, it feels good. Damn good.
The sound of heavy boots on the gravel catches my attention, and when I look up, there he is. Rayne. Walking toward the booth with that slow, confident stride of his, wearing those worn jeans, a flannel shirt that stretches tight across his broad chest, and, of course, that damn cowboy hat. My pulse quickens just at the sight of him.
He walks right up to the booth, eyes locked on mine, and I feel that familiar flutter in my stomach. His presence always does that to me.
“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but I know I’m blushing. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
“Hey yourself,” Rayne replies, his deep voice making my stomach do a little flip. He glances around the booth. “Busy night.”
“Yeah, it’s been nonstop,” I say, laughing a little. “But I’m almost done here.”
