Page 101 of That Rush

Paige glances past my shoulder, then back at me. “Very private.”

I set her hat on the desk. “You said that was the appeal.”

“For reading.”

“I wasn’t thinking about books.”

Her gaze drops to my mouth. “What were you thinking about?”

I step into her space, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin after the ride. “You against that wall.”

Paige hooks two fingers beneath my collar and pulls me down to her.

The kiss lands hard. Her back meets the wall as I brace one hand beside her head. She tastes like coffee and peaches, and when my tongue strokes hers, a rough sound starts deep in her throat, and she drags me closer by my belt.

Her breasts press against my chest, my cock hard between us.

“You smell like a horse,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“So do you.”

“I wasn’t complaining.”

“Good.”

I kiss her again, slower this time, until the tease in her kiss gives way and she grips my hair. My hand closes around her hip, then slides over the curve of her ass. Paige arches into me and bites my lower lip.

“Careful,” I say.

“Is this too much for your delicate rancher sensibilities?”

“With how much time we have.”

Her fingers tighten at the back of my neck. “Then you should stop wasting it.”

I lift her leg against my hip. The new angle grinds my cock right where she wants it, and I groan, the sound low against her skin. I kiss down her throat while she works her hand beneath the hem of my shirt.

Her nails scrape across my stomach. My fingers move along the inside of her thigh, climbing until her breath catches.

My phone rings.

Paige laughs softly. “Your restraint called for backup.”

I ignore it and kiss the soft skin beneath her ear, and a shiver moves through her.

The phone stops, then immediately starts again.

“Answer it,” she says, even as she pulls me closer.

I check the screen. “It’s Mom.”

Paige lowers her leg and smooths her shirt while I answer.

“We’re heading back early,” Mom says. “Josie’s decided the creek is finished with her. She wants to show you the rock collection that’s currently ruining my jacket pockets. We’ll be at our house in fifteen minutes. No rush.”

“I’ll get her. I just have to take Paige home first.”

Paige is fighting a smile when I hang up.