Secret Desire(31)

“No, but thank you. I didn’t want to disturb you. What’s your dog’s name?”

“Jasper.”

“I’ll walk the yard with him. He likes to fetch.”

“I see you’ve met. Yes. Jasper loves to retrieve anything that’s thrown.” He picked up a tennis ball and heaved it a short distance.

His whole body tensed, muscles bunched at his shoulders and arms. He was built, strong enough to do whatever he wanted, take whatever he wished. She gulped, remembering the fantasy she’d indulged in earlier. Her body responded at once. A whirring as if some motor that had been wound up let loose.

He turned and stopped dead in his tracks. Did she suddenly have a sign that relayed her inner thoughts or was her face painted so deep a crimson, anyone could guess? She looked down, shy under the heat of his stare. She could sense him coming closer. Her heart leapt into a runaway pace unable to stop.

“Claire.” He said her name and made it sound like the opening verse to a prayer inside the barn.

She looked up and held his intense gaze, biting the side of her cheek. She took a step toward him. He welcomed her closer, his eyes intense. Then he placed his hands on her arms. No need for the first word. She touched him, caressed rock hard muscle that she’d felt before. She still had time to rethink.

No, this was true. This was the moment she’d created in countless stories. This wasn’t going to be a chance she’d regret not pursuing later.

Dustin was the man she wanted…had always wanted.

She leaned into him and watched his eyes darken. She smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and twined her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head down until their mouths touched. Warm and tender at first, and then his arms moved around her shoulders, crushing her body to his. He took over and took command, and she opened to his desire. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue caressing her lips, and she tentatively swiped her tongue against his. He moaned, his desire giving her courage, and she pressed her mouth harder against his. She nipped his lip and sucked lightly on his tongue. She held onto the belt of his pants and wasn’t afraid to grind into the hardness that fully met her.

“Oh, Dustin.” She groaned, wanting to fulfill her fantasy. He moved her as if they were dancing, leading her firmly back, deeper into the barn. They didn’t stop until she felt the wall of barn against her back.

They locked their mouths and hungrily explored one another with their tongues. He reached down and lifted the hem of her dress. He trailed his finger up her thigh. Streams of yearning ran wild through her body. For once she didn’t press her legs together. She spread them wantonly, rubbing her calf against his leg. The feel of his clothes on her bare skin was intoxicating. Her pulse raced, fulfillment so near, and if it wasn’t she’d burst apart on the next heartbeat. He placed his fingers at the edge of the panties she wore. She couldn’t remember if she was wearing cotton whites or the black ones she’d packed. Her body became chief decision maker, shifting ever so slightly until he grazed his finger over the spot that made her gasp in pleasure.

“Jesus, you’re so soft. Baby, I want you.”

She placed her hands on top of his. She wanted him to touch her all over. She whimpered against his lips. His mouth recaptured hers, devouring this time, and she opened, giving him more access. The taste of him was divine. The feel of his fingers between her legs aroused every nerve ending. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid this would be another one of her fantasies.

His mouth and hands sent her spiraling.

He moaned her name as if releasing a pent up ache. “Claire.”

She ran her hands over his hard torso. She could taste the exquisite need in his kiss. Claire rubbed and squeezed his waist, grazing her fingers over his jeans, down to his zipper, and tracing the outline of his erection. A snarl escaped his lips. He gently bit the corner of her lips and reclaimed her mouth, plunging his tongue deeper until she was soaring.

He continued searching with his tongue and hands. He touched and rubbed her, flesh upon flesh. He held her firmly, his arm around her waist. She shuddered, digging her fingers into his pockets, tugging him closer as he pushed her to the brink.

He slipped his finger into her, and she responded, an electrical jolt of pleasure so fierce her muscles clamped down and pulsed.

“I’m so close.” She wanted to scream his name and plucked at his pants, unable to remember how a belt functioned for a second or two.

“My God, you’re on fire.” He kissed her again.

“I can’t hold on. Please.” Her skin burned while between her legs, she grew wetter with each stroke. There was no way back to yesterday. Only this moment and the next and the next.