Page 72 of Paper Horses

I gave her a crooked grin. “Damn right I have. And don’t cuss; it doesn’t sound right coming from you, who scolds me nonstop about it.”

The graceful angle of her neck when she threw her head back and laughed had me yearning to lean over and trace my mouth over it. I cleared my throat and looked down at my food, stabbing my egg with my fork instead, trying to calm my body and my mind as it raced toward a dead end I wasn’t sure I could avoid but knew with certainty I wouldn’t survive.

I brushed the dirt off my pants before entering the house. Kicking my boots off, I looked around for Olivia. We’d spent the previous day in bed once we returned home. It was almost as if I was trying to satisfy fifteen years of longing. I couldn’t get enough of her because the need to touch her was like a bellowing scream in my body.

After checking the living room, I caught sight of her on the porch. She was sitting with her feet propped on the table, a notebook on her knees. I took a moment to observe her before I interrupted her. Auburn curls hung over her shoulders and framed her face. Thick lashes flicked over her bright eyes, which leaned closer to a dusty gold today. And across her cheeks was the splash of freckles I adored. Without the fancy clothes and the mask she wore, she looked soft, with an innocence about her. But there was nothing innocent about Olivia Icinda. She was a dichotomy of control and wildness that battled for the lead. With me, the wildness won, but beyond my reach, the control returned, the mask reformed, and she was someone I didn’t recognize. A product of her upbringing, her past, her father.

I opened the door and walked out. Her head rose, eyes scrunching in the sun as she smiled up at me.

“What are you up to out here?” I asked as I took her face and rubbed my thumb over her cheek. That irresistible call to her returned, and I kissed her. Like a magnet drawn to a paper clip, I drew her into my arms, hearing the pad of paper fall to the deck floor with her pencil. Her arms wove around my neck, and I pulled her from the chair, picking her up and urging her legs to wrap around me.

“Missing you,” she said between kisses.

“Yeah, how much did you miss me, Olivia?”

“Too much,” she breathed, and I walked her to the railing, planting her ass on it and pushing her into me so she would know just how much I had missed her. It hadn’t been long, a few hours at most, while I’d surveyed the ranch and worked with the horses.

I pushed her shirt up, encasing her breast and squeezing it. Her moan was like a missile locking onto its target, drilling its way into my body and causing a leap in my pants.

“Is this why you came to find me?” she asked as I ran my mouth over her neck.

“Not at all, but the opportunity presented itself, and I’m taking it.”

I shoved her bra down and sucked her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Nails dug into my shoulder, and she squealed.

“You’re bad,” she said.

Dragging my teeth across it, I stepped back, watching her grip the railing to steady herself. A gorgeous flush sat on her cheeks, and her chest was heaving delectably.

“You want me to stop?” I asked, tucking my hands in my pockets.

Her eyes dropped to the massive hard-on I was sporting, and she reached over and tugged me back to her.

“I never said that. I only said you were naughty.”

“I’ve always been naughty, Olivia. You bring it out in me.” My mouth crashed into hers, and I pulled her flush against me. Lifting her, I planted her feet on the porch as I scraped my stubble over her cheek and said, “Bend over so I can watch that fantastic ass while you’re coming for me.”

A shudder ran the course of her body as she turned and wiggled her ass at me. Another pair of tight jeans that were killers. I was quickly regretting introducing her back into the world of comfortable, form-fitting clothes. Smoothing my hand over it, I reached around and snapped her jeans open, tugging the zipper down and pushing my hand into them.

“You drive me mad, Olivia,” I muttered as I nudged her legs further apart and sank my fingers into her. “So fucking crazy for you.”

She let out a moan, and I yanked her against me, cupping her breast and burying my face in her neck.

“I think you’re driving yourself crazy,” she said, sounding winded as I plunged another finger into her.

“No, honey, it’s all you.”

Her tremble was seductive, and as I pushed her bra down and wrapped my hand around her breast, she fell apart, her body clamping down on my hand and convulsing.

“Fucking beautiful,” I growled before I removed my hand and pushed her back over.

I took a moment to clean my fingers, and she flipped her head to the side to watch.

“And delicious.” Need surged through me like a rogue wave collapsing onto the shore, and I shoved her pants down, freeing myself with an urgency that was barreling through me. Thrusting into her with a grunt, I gave over to the primal need that had me in its clutches and took her hard, each stroke bringing me closer to the brink of oblivion until I couldn’t hold on and I lost any semblance of control.

I dropped my head onto her back, reaching up and taking her hand in mine.

“I’m glad you don’t have close neighbors,” she said, breaking the silence that only our heavy breathing had disturbed. “You do this to me in the city, and we’d be all over the internet.”