Phoenix Rising

Damn, if that wasn't sexy as hell!

I kissed her mouth again, turning her so she was laying flat on a bench made up of bales of hay. I covered her with my body, and fitting myself against her. I replaced my hand with my hard on.

Right… there.

Oh sweet lord, have mercy!

We rocked and rolled together, dry humping like teenagers. My cock felt like it was going to explode, or catch fire. We created that much friction where our jeans rubbed together like kindling.

Right there. I was right there. So close to getting inside her I could taste it. But we were not completely alone. Hardly anyone came back here, but there was no lock on the door.

And that just wasn't the right situation for making love to a hellcat. Especially the first time.

I moaned in frustration but didn't stop. I couldn't. I was going to take what I could get. I wanted anything and everything. But not now. Damn it all to hell, I was going to have to wait. Hours or minutes or days, the thought itself felt like an eternity in hell.

Either way, I was getting inside her tight little jeans.

Real damn soon.

Chapter Twelve

Phoenyx

Oh. My. Word.

I gasped as Clint's tongue traced my ear. Right before he bit it. His hardness was between my thighs, his fingers busy with my nipples.

He felt so good- so strong and manly and right. He did want me after all. He was stretched out on top of me, as aroused as I was. At least as aroused. Maybe more. The huge bulge in his pants was creating these wonderful, hungry feelings in the pit of my belly. Urgent feelings.

Something was just out of reach– something wonderful. I could feel it, even though I didn't know what it was.

I just had to reach for it…

"Phee… Phee, we're gonna have to stop, babygirl… oh Lord, have mercy…"

He didn't stop though. I was so close. I wanted–

"Please…"

He cursed and pulled his upper body away. His hips were still wedged between my thighs, his erection pushing against me. He stared down at me, his hair mussed up in an adorable way.

I circled my hips in need and he chuckled knowingly.

"I know, darlin'. I want it too. But you're going to have to wait for me to scratch that itch until we have some privacy."

His words were like a cold splash of water. He was telling me to wait? He made it sound like I was desperate for him. Like I was begging. I had begged, hadn't I? Or nearly. Humiliation washed over me as he rolled away, moaning about his hard on.

"I need a cold shower, you brazen little hussy."

A hussy? Did he just call me a hussy???

My cheeks were flaming as I stood up, pulling my bra cups over my naked breasts. I'd let him look at me. Touch me. And more. In the middle of the stable! Maybe he was right. Maybe I was a hussy.

I buttoned my shirt in haste. I was so embarrassed I could scream.

Clint shook his head as I covered myself up.

"What a shame. Those are the prettiest titties I've ever seen."

I bristled, hating myself for letting him get the upper hand again. I'd just let him do whatever he wanted. I gave him a cold look and straightened my hair.

"And I'm sure you've seen your fair share of them."

He caught me in his arms, chuckling.

"No need to be jealous, wildcat. I'm a one woman kind of man."

He squeezed my bottom familiarly, the faint soreness reminding me that he'd spanked me like a child not twenty minutes ago. I didn't think. I just jumped back, lifted my arm and smacked him clean across the cheek.

"Don't you ever spank me again!"

"Alright darlin'. I'll let you have that."

He smiled at me lazily, his eyes roving all over my body. That cocky bastard! I was going to leave him high and dry! Let him stew in his own damn juices!

"I know you didn't mind the rest of it."

"That too! I will never let you touch me aga–"

He reached out like a shot, his hand covering my lips.

"Don't say it, girl. Don't make a promise neither one of us can keep.”

Then he left, denying me my grand exit. I stared after him, feeling frustrated and embarrassed. He had a bounce in his step I’d never noticed before.

But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was what he was doing as he left.

The bastard was whistling.

Chapter Thirteen

Clint

I took my hat off, using it to check my breath. I smiled. Minty fresh and clean, just like the rest of me.

Oh, I'd taken about three showers since leaving the stables. Cold ones. Not that it did a damn thing to dampen my urges, but I was fresh as a damn daisy.

My fingernails were trimmed. My shave was as close as it got. My hair was combed and parted. I was ready to come callin'.