“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just had a long day, and then Vince getting sick.” I shrugged and forced myself not to reach out and touch her. There was something so inviting about her. “You look nice, by the way. So pretty in your hunting gear.”
She laughed, the sound warming me. “This?” She glanced down. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.”
“Do.” I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest. “So, Garren told me today that he has a date tonight; the idiot forgot about the hog hunting we had scheduled for this evening. I guess it doesn’t matter seeing that Vince isn’t feeling well. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. We can do it another time.” She turned to face me and smiled. “Besides…you’re right next door. If something goes wrong, I’ll just run over here.”
“I’d like that.” I reached out and tucked a long strand of silky blonde hair behind her ear. “And honestly, once we get the soup made, I can take you out to the barn and teach you some basics about the gun. We’ll just leave the back door open so that I can listen for Vince.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. Really. I’ll come back when the little man is feeling better.”
I wanted to fall in love. She cared more about me, or really Vince, than herself. “It’ll be fine. We’ll load the gun, and I’ll show you how to handle the weapon.”
She blushed, and I couldn’t help but wonder where her mind was. I knew where the fuck mine was. The opportunity to get closer to her was undeniable. I’d be using it to my advantage for sure.
“Okay. If it’s not too much for you, I’d like that.” She was smiling sweetly at me. No trace of disappointment on her pretty face.
I took a deep breath and stared at her, allowing myself to enjoy how much she turned me on as she worked in the kitchen. “And how about you come by tomorrow so I can teach you how to use your gun during the day? A gun range would be a perfect setting to train in, don’t you think?” I asked.
“Yeah, that sounds like a deal.” She stirred the contents in the pot as the smell of heaven lifted up around me. My stomach growled, and we laughed.
“Guess Vince isn’t the only one that needs something to eat.” I hopped down. “Let’s go spend a few minutes in the barn and then I’ll get a bowl and see if he’s up to eating something.”
“All right. It needs to cool anyway.” She turned and walked back to the living room, bending over and getting her stuff.
A groan lodged in my throat at how good she looked bent over the couch, her pretty ass in the air. I had to have her, period.
We checked on Vince and walked through the rest of the house in silence before I pushed open the back door. “Here, give me your hand.” I reached for her hand and pulled her close to my side. “It’s dark out here. I don’t want you falling in a pothole or something crazy.”
She snorted, the sound so damn cute. “Hunter Yonnie. Are you hitting on me?”
“And if I am?” I smiled over at her, not sure she could see me in the dark.
“I like it,” she whispered, and my body reacted violently. Was she innocent? I couldn’t tell anymore.
I led her around the barn to the big back door and opened it for us. A spacious area opened up in front of us where I kept all of my stuff needed for target practice.
“Wow. I’ve never thought you used this. It’s so nice.” She looked surprised, her small mouth opened in a tiny ‘O.’ Those luscious, full lips were inviting me, calling me to lean in closer. It was getting darker, but this was just perfect to hone one’s skills better. Anyway, the post lamps were bright enough to give her the light she needed. “Are you sure I can do this?”
“Yeah. After trying it, you’ll be surprised and want to do more. It’s addictive, Kylie. A lot like you.” I stopped and put the box on top of my working table, taking the gun out of its case.
“Me?” Her voice was airy, light. I decided to change the conversation. I wanted her so fucking bad it hurt, but she would have to come to me. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries with her. Not yet at least.
She stepped to my side to watch, but I ceased the show and gave her the unloaded gun instead. “Now, show me how you hold a gun.” I wanted to see how difficult it would be to teach her the right way to handle a gun.
Surprisingly, she did a great job. She had a tight grip on the handle with both hands, her finger on the trigger. The way she held the gun, her stance, and her build made her look sultry and hot. I tried to focus, but thoughts of taking her on the table in front of us filled my head.
“Great. Now, I’ll show you how to unload the clip and clear the chamber.”
I tried to shove my lusty thoughts away, but it was fucking impossible. God, she was messing with my hormones.
She gave the gun to me to demonstrate. She nodded, her lips parted again as a content moan left her. She did that shit on purpose. Had to have.
I could feel the sweat on my forehead, making me feel the heat of the situation. I could not take my eyes off of her body. The topmost button of her shirt was open, allowing me a peek at the creamy tops of her perfect breasts. She bent a little toward the table, doing what I just did.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked, still leaning on the table. She was staring at the faraway target, but my eyes were only on her.
“Yeah, good job,” I mumbled as desire raced down my back and caused me to ache.