Page 121 of Finding Peace
“What can I say?” I shrug. “Us cowboys are suckers for a pretty lady.”
She beltsout a laugh.
And damn.
That sound never gets old. It’s soft and raspy and something I hope I hear every day for the rest of my life.
Leaning forward, I reach under the table and grab her ankle before lifting her foot onto my leg.
“What are you—”
Her sentence cuts off when I tug her mud boots off, then her sock. Before she can protest, I start rubbing the arch of her foot with both thumbs.
She groans a long, satisfied sound that shoots straight through my spine. “Oh my god, Jasper,” she breathes. “I think this might be better than sex.”
My jaw tightens as she lets out another moan. I’m a strong man, but a man can only take so much. The sound goes straight to my cock.
“I’d sure hope not,” I mutter, leaning down and biting lightly at one of her toes. She yelps, and I smile. “But I’m glad I could help.”
She laughs again, head tipping back in her chair. “No. Seriously.” I work my thumbs deeper into her foot. “So good.”
Her cheeks are flushed now. Hair messy from the wind as loose strands dance beneath the brim of her hat. Hand still resting on her belly.
And suddenly the air between us feels different.
That’s the effect she has on me.
One second, I’m simply loving her—admiring the strength and quiet beauty of the woman in front of me. And the next, something darker takes hold. Something hungrier.
The urge to pull her close. To claim her mouth with mine. To remind her exactly how deeply I crave her.
I’ve always been a man who feels everything to the extreme. A man who chases one high after another. And sometimes, it’s done me adisservice. But I’ve never been more grateful for it than when I’m with Abigail.
She’s the only high I ever want to chase.
She must notice it too… the shift.
My grip on her ankle tightens just slightly. And if the small gasp that falls from her lips wasn’t the only invitation I need, the way she rubs her foot against my hard cock beneath my jeans is.
That’s my girl.
Smirking at me, Abigail lifts her other foot in the air in a silent request. I slide off her other mud boot and sock, set her feet gently back on the ground, and point my finger at her. Her eyes flare as I turn my hand over and wiggle my finger in a come-hither motion. “Come here.”
She stands from her chair and takes two small steps before she’s standing in front of me.
“Actually—hold on a second.” Leaning forward—momentarily ignoring the way my cock is throbbing beneath my jeans—I bunch up the hem of her dress in my hands and work it up her thighs.
Abigail’s hands shoot out and wraps around my wrists, halting my movements. “Jasper,” she hisses as she looks across the field toward where you can barely see Chris and Billie’s house.
I pinch the inside of her thigh with my free hand. “They’re not home. You’re all mine, Abbie Girl.”
She playfully rolls her eyes at my antics, but lets go of my wrist nevertheless.
Once I’ve pulled up her dress just enough to see her panties, a hungry groan slips from my throat.
They’re nothing fancy—just a simple pair of white cotton panties. Thesoft fabric clings to her curves, already damp for me at the front, and the sight of them has my cock leaking from the tip.
I run the pad of my finger along the seam of her pussy. “This for me?”
