Heart of a Horseman by Tessa Layne

Author:Tessa Layne [Layne, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780998327570
Publisher: Shady Layne Media

Chapter Eighteen

Haley rolled her eyes. “No. Besides, we promised Mario we’d order dessert.”

Axel lowered his head nuzzling her ear. “I think you’re on the menu for dessert, darlin’.” And this time, he’d make sure they were in a proper bed. His bed. In his bunkhouse. He didn’t care if they were the latest subject of gossip at Dottie’s Diner. He was moving back into his bunkhouse. “You don’t know how badly I want to slip my hand up your thigh.”

She shivered against him and gave him a look full of dirty promise. “Why don’t you?” She shifted closer and pressed her thigh against his and raised an eyebrow in challenge.

His cock liked that. A lot. So did the rest of him. Her suggestion set his head spinning. His fingers itched to move. Discover if she was as hot for him as he was for her. His pulse started going double time and he swallowed, bringing his focus back and casting a quick glance around the room. The restaurant was half-full this evening, and they were ensconced in the most secluded spot. Someone would have to be right on top of them before they noticed any shenanigans.

He dropped his hand and skimmed it down the slippery material, searching for the edge. Her quick intake of breath hit him the same time his fingers encountered soft skin. He peeked over. She held herself very still, and a pale flush began to creep up her neck.

He shifted his legs a little wider accommodating the growing bulge in his jeans. Fuck, this was hot. He slid his fingers under the fabric and down to the delicate skin in between her limbs. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his way up to her center. Caressing and massaging slowly. Haley’s lips had parted and her breathing became shallow. God she was so gorgeous all quivery and wound up. He was so close to his treasure. Just the tiniest bit further and he could sweep against a silky barrier. Would it be lace this time? Or maybe that see-through netting? His cock twitched at the thought of what he’d discover, and a corresponding rush of heat bloomed low in his belly.

He slipped his fingers higher, searching. And met slick, wet, heat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Coop,” he muttered, sweeping against her slick folds again.

She gave him a look so hot he thought he’d combust. “You still had my panties.” Her voice was low and breathless.

God, he wanted to drag her onto his lap and fuck her silly right here. And now she wanted him to stay here and eat dinner? And dessert?

The whole time knowing there was soft, wet, pussy just waiting for him to bury himself?

He gave a strangled cough. “I swear to God, Coop. You’re killing me.”

She gave a little roll of her hips, pushing herself against his fingers. “You can’t die until after dessert.”

So she was intent on torturing him through dinner? Well, two of them could play the teasing game. He pulled his hand away,

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