“You taste amazing.”
Melena pulls back and looks at me. Her eyes are so green, and so full of want that it robs me of breath. But a second later there’s regret in those perfect eyes. “I can’t.”
She slips through my fingers and out the stable before I can say anything. And I’m left alone with Bean, wondering what the hell just happened?
5
Melena
I’m fucking exhausted. Working outside on the ranch with Harlan is just as hard, if not harder than I expected. And it’s not made any easier by the fact that I’m so fucking attracted to him that I can’t breathe.
It’s been two days since I kissed him, and I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. That kiss was so perfect—more than I could have ever imagined. I might be a virgin, but I’ve kissed people before. However none of the kisses I had even came close to that one. It had been all-consuming, and if I had let it go any longer, I would have let him do whatever he wanted.
Hell, exactly what he wanted and what I wanted, horse and stable be damned. That he was so gentle in helping me with my fear, I couldn’t not kiss him. It felt like a total impossibility. And after that ride…
When we first rode out of the barn, I didn’t dare move a muscle in that saddle. Bean looked cute enough, but honestly, I don’t trust an animal that weighs over a thousand pounds, can run forty miles an hour and has a mind of its own. But as Harlan led me around the property, I loosened my grip a bit, I started to trust Bean. Trevor sure did pick a beautiful piece of land. And the longer we rode, the more comfortable I became, and my body fell into an easy rhythm with the horse. The whole time I was aware of Harlan’s arm around my waist, and even though I know his feelings about me, I could tell his arm was there to make me feel safe, not to tempt me or flirt with me.
I listened to him as he explained where the different buildings would go up, and I relaxed into his body. Maybe a little too much. After riding for a while I couldn’t deny the growing warmth between my legs. My denim shorts paired with the hard saddle created a relentless and not unpleasant friction. I tried to ignore it at first, that swelling and hot feeling growing down there, but with each sway of my hips against the saddle, it grew. Luckily Harlan did all the talking, because I could hardly control my breath to speak. No matter how hard I tried to keep my hips still, to stop this feeling from spreading, my body made me move, made me find just the spot where I needed the pressure the most, and before I knew it, an orgasm was rushing over me. I clenched my thighs to the saddle, raising my hips for a moment to take the pressure off my sensitive clit, and hid my reaction by coughing a few times, pretending to shoo away a fly that wasn’t really there. What. The. Fuck? That was not me. Having a sneaky orgasm with a stranger’s arm wrapped around me?
I could have chalked the orgasm up to an accident. A happy accident, admittedly. I mean, I can’t be the first woman who’s had that happen riding a horse, but it was no accident when we got back into the barn and I grabbed him. That’s when I knew that I was in trouble.
And now I’m frustrated. In the evenings when I try to sit down and write, nothing comes because I’m plagued with thoughts of Harlan. Just…nothing but him. I’ve even tried forming him into a romantic hero, but that only leads to me thinking about the romantic things that I want him to do with me.
In the darkness of night, I dare to let my hand slip between my legs and steal some of the pleasure that I crave from him. I keep myself quiet, terrified that he’ll hear me and know what I’m doing barely a foot away from him on the other side of the wall. But more, I wonder if he’s doing the same thing. As my fingers slide over my wet clit, is his hard cock in his hand, imagining it’s me, imagining I’m the one bringing him so much pleasure?
Everywhere we go together, I can feel his eyes on me, full of heat and desire, though he’s said nothing since the kiss. He’s made it clear what he wants, and he’s never apologized for it. But it’s something that I’m constantly aware of. To have him. To fulfill these fantasies, all I need to do is ask, and it will all be mine.