Page 62 of Finding Peace
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and if staring at her didn’t have the power to undo me, that move right there would.
“Definitely,” she says, pushing off the stall and stepping toward me like she’s not even a little shy about it. She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t care that I’m filthy. Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling into my damp long sleeve, and I swear she leaves little trails of heat everywhere she touches.
Up close, I can see the tiny constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and I have an unyielding urge to bend over and kiss every single one. I see the way the faint flush climbs up her cheeks and the way her pupils darken just a little when I look down at her mouth for a moment.
“Careful,” I murmur, thumb brushing along her jaw. “You keep lookin’ at me like that, and we just might have to go borrow Lincoln’s desk again.”
She hums softly. “Isn’t he up there?”
“Yeah. And?”
She lets out a shaky breath before I cup her jaw, tilt her face up, and kiss her.
Deep.
She melts into it instantly.
When she moans softly and her lips part, I take the invitation, my tongue sliding against hers, slow and unhurried. She tastes like sugar and whatever lip balm she’s been using lately.
She tastes like she’smine.
Her fingers tighten in my shirt, pulling me closer like she can’t quite get enough.
The rest of the world fades around me.
It’s just her.
Justus.
After a long, heated minute, she breathes against my mouth. “As tempting as that sounds… I should finish the stalls.”
I groan dramatically, tipping my head back toward the ceiling. “Unbelievable. You’re just gonna leave me like this?” I gesture to my cock that’s now hard as steel beneath my jeans.
She laughs, warm and bright, already stepping around me as she pats the center of my chest. “You’ve got three more horses to do, cowboy.”
I give her backside a playful smack as she passes. “Love you.”
She tosses a grin over her shoulder. “Love you more.”
She disappears back down the aisle, red hair swaying against her back, humming again like she didn’t just wreck me in the middle of my workday.
I watch her longer than I mean to.
Duke eventually bumps my shoulder like he knows how gone I am for her.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, shaking myself out of it. “Don’t even start.”
But I can’t stop the small grin tugging at my mouth as I glance at her one more time.
Best damn thing that ever walked into this barn.
I pick up my hammer and move on to the next horse, already knowing good and well I’ll find some excuse to steal another kiss before the morning’s over.
Chapter nineteen
Abigail
day before valentine's day
