Chasing Mr. Wrong (Chasing Love 4)

“Actually, there is something I want to show you,” he said.

She took several sultry steps until she was back within reach. She glanced at his belt and bit her lip. “I like where this is going.”

Damn, she was hard to resist. Especially when just her hot chocolate stare at his cock made it start to harden.

Maintain.

“Come with me,” he said, and then grabbed her hand to stop himself from grabbing something else. The woman had a power over him that was hard to beat. But he had to.

With her hand in his, he led her outside and around to his shop, where several pieces of equipment were housed. He’d brought out one piece of machinery earlier and parked it in the middle of the field in anticipation of Whitney’s visit.

“What is that?” she asked, looking at the black and yellow machine.

“That is an excavator. Otherwise known as a heavy piece of machinery.”

Her eyes shot up to his. They were wide with happiness and a look like that made him feel like a superhero. He just smiled down at her. “Key is already in it.”

“Are you serious?” she asked around a growing smile. Looking between him and the rig.

“I never joke about heavy machinery,” he replied. “Just like I take your ‘I’ve Nevers’ seriously.”

What sounded like a thrilled giggle burst from her, and she hustled toward the machine and climbed up. She looked so excited, and pride boomed beneath his rib cage that he could give her something so simple—an experience she’d never had.

He was right behind her, standing on the edge of the machine and holding on to the side while he explained the controls.

“Turn over the key there,” he said as she wiggled in her seat. She twisted the key, and the machine started up with a loud rumble.

“Now, these levers here move the bucket back and forth.” He reached in and showed her. “Then up and down is like this.”

She watched him work the levers and studied how the machine responded.

“Then if you want to drive forward, just push on the gas and do this…” He showed her how to steer and move. Her eyes were fixed on his movements, and her smile seemed to grow even larger throughout the quick tutorial. “You ready to handle this rig yourself?”

“Yes!” she said and clapped a little.

He hopped down and yelled, “Go on then, girl. Give it some gas.”

She drove the excavator slowly, lifting the bucket and lowering it as she went. There were acres and acres of open field she could drive through, so she could feel free to run as wild as she pleased. She drove in circles, only pausing to mess with the jaws of the bucket.

“This is so cool!” she yelled over the loud machine and continued to move the joystick around. Ryder smiled, and when she caught his eyes on her, she smiled back. And then her look turned form happy to intent.

She killed the engine and moved to get out of the cab. Ryder was right there, hands ready to grab her hips and help her down. But instead of lowering her, he brought her into his body, and she threw her arms around him and yanked him in for the hottest kiss of his life.

She moved her mouth against his in what felt like lust and gratitude all mixed into one. He chanced a look at her face, and her delicate brow was knit and her eyes squeezed shut like she was lost.

If he wasn’t careful, he might get lost, too.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his mouth. The sun fading over the horizon gave off light purple colors that made the woman in his arms glow like a dream.

He set her on her feet, and she looked up at him, her hands sliding down his chest and over his stomach, until finally she took his hands in hers.

“Now it’s your turn to follow me,” she said with a saucy grin, and headed toward the lake.

Ryder let her pull him along, realizing that he would, in fact, follow her into the pits of hell, likely with a smile, if she simply looked at him the way she just had.

Whitney did the one thing she’d been dying to do since she’d met Ryder Diamond.

She bossed him around.