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Grabbing her pants from around her leg, she wouldn’t meet his gaze as she tried desperately to keep from crying while she straightened her clothes.

She heard him sigh before he turned away and slipped his own jeans back up. Tears burned behind her eyes as the jingle of his belt buckle slipping back into place echoed loudly in the quiet, dusty space around them.

Once his clothes were where they belonged, he looked at her but didn’t say anything. A second later, he turned his back and walked out of the barn.

Chapter Fourteen

Ah hell! What was I thinking?

Chase slammed his hand against the hood of his truck before he hung his head and sighed. Lifting it again, he grabbed the door and slid onto the driver’s seat. He jabbed the key into the ignition before he started it and pulled out of her driveway, spraying gravel as the tires spun. The last thing he saw in his rearview mirror was her standing in the doorway of the barn.

When he reached his house, the red haze of anger still clouded his vision at his lack of control where she was concerned. Wrapped up in his anger, he didn’t see Cole standing on the porch.

“Where have you been?”

“Abby’s,” he growled.

“What happened?” Cole followed him into the house.

“None of your business.”

He went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. Twisting off the cap, he lifted it to his lips, taking a long draw off the long neck in his hand.

Cole’s eyes met his as he cocked an eyebrow in question.

“What?”

“You’re drinking at ten o’clock in the morning, that’s what.”

“I’m a grown man, Cole. If I want to drink at ten, then I will.” He walked out of the kitchen and headed for the back door.
I need to work off some of this anger before it swallows me whole,
he thought while he walked toward the barn. Once he reached it, he set the empty beer bottle on the side of the stall and hung his head.

How had things gotten so out of control with Abby so fast? One minute I’m pissed off because she was daydreaming and almost got hurt with that stallion, and the next we’re…

“Shit! Nice one, Chase. Fuck the woman against the stall in her barn. Way to go.” His words echoed in the empty space and he shook his head in disgust. It was bad enough their first time together was on the kitchen table, but now the only other time they had made love happened to be in the barn. “Great! She probably won’t come anywhere near me now,” he grumbled before he walked into the tack room and pulled out the things he needed to work with one of the mares.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, and when the sun began to set in the evening sky, he headed back toward the house. He heard Cole leave early in the day, so he expected the house to be quiet when he walked in, but not the deathly quiet that surrounded him. A note on the refrigerator told him Cole wouldn’t be home until later, much later.

He walked down the hall to his bedroom.
I need a shower—maybe a cold one, no—definitely a cold one.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the dirty clothes basket near the wall in the laundry room.

Thoughts of Abby and their tryst against the stall plagued his mind all day, but now when he headed for the cold water, he could see everything in his mind’s eye. Her breasts when he grazed them with his tongue, making her nipples hard and wanting, her soft skin, and her legs wrapped around his back as he drove into her… He rubbed his hand across his eyes, and sighed in frustration.

Damn it!
 

Pressing his hand against the bulge in his jeans, he swore again. He reached his bedroom just as the phone rang.

A frown rippled across his face until he saw the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Chase? It’s Abby. Can you come over here, please? I need your help with something.”

“I was just about to jump in the shower. I’ve been in the barn all day and…”

“It will only take a few minutes. Please?” Her voice sounded raspy, like she was out of breath.

“Can’t it wait ten minutes so I can shower?”

“No, I need you now.”

His groin tightened further when her words met his ear. He knew she didn’t mean what he thought, but the sound sent heat spiraling through his veins like molten lava and he almost groaned into the phone.

He cleared his throat before he answered, afraid it would come out in a squeak. “Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.”

He hung up the phone, slipped a t-shirt over his head and grabbed his keys.

* * * *

Abby hung up the phone and rubbed her arms.

What am I thinking, inviting him over here?
Invite hell.
 
Demanded was more like it.

She sighed, but her heart thumped in her chest in anticipation. Their love making in the barn earlier and the session in his kitchen did nothing but whet her appetite for more, and more was what she wanted. She was tired of waiting for him to make up his mind.

Licking her lips, she waited by the window until she saw the lights of his truck pull into her yard. She wasn’t a seductress, never had been, but standing in her living room, waiting for her oh-so-sexy neighbor, she felt her skin tingle. Heat pooled between her thighs, and her pussy throbbed with a heartbeat of its own when she thought about how she was going to get him to make love to her again. Fire licked at her insides already just thinking about him smelling like sweat and horses, wanting to lick every inch of his skin as she revealed it to her seeking lips.

He knocked on her door, and she took a shaky breath to steady her nerves before she pulled it open.

“Abby, what’s the problem?” He moved inside and shut the door behind him before he turned back to meet her eyes.

“This.” She stepped closer and wrapped her hand behind his head as her lips met his. She pushed her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard and aching. He needed to caress them with his tongue before she went insane from need. She purposely left her bra off, wanting to feel the heat of his skin against her.

His arms hung at his sides, stiff as a board.

He’s not responding.

Her heart clenched in her chest and she felt the tears burn behind her eyelids. With a sob, her mouth left his, but when she looked into his eyes, the heat of his gaze burned clear to her soul.

With the growl of a wounded animal, he wrapped his arms around her, his hands finding her ass while he lifted her in his arms, and she slid her legs around his waist. His hard cock pressed intimately against the juncture of her thighs even through both their clothing, and she almost came just anticipating his cock deep within her pussy.

“Where?” His ragged whispered in her ear told her he wanted this too.

“Down the hall to the right,” she murmured against his neck. She knew what he asked without him actually having to say the words. With her legs still locked around him, he walked quickly toward her bedroom.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut with his foot before he softly laid her down on the down comforter spread across her bed. She propped herself on her elbows as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Her mouth watered when his tan skin, dark chest hair, and six-pack abs were revealed to her gaze.

God he’s gorgeous!

His hands reached for the belt buckle at his waist, but she stopped him with a soft, “Let me.”

She crawled onto her knees, and her hands reached for his chest. Her lips touched him, and she heard a low growl rumble beneath her mouth. Sliding her tongue across his skin, she could taste the salt of his sweat mixed with tantalizing smell of his unique male scent. Her teeth grazed the flat disk of his nipple, and she smiled when she felt him shudder. His hands weaved through her hair, holding her head against him. After a moment, she could feel the pressure of his hands guiding her to what he wanted, and saliva filled her mouth at the thought of tasting him. As she continued to kiss the skin beneath her lips, her hands worked at the belt buckle at his waist until it was free and she could reach the button. Her hands slid inside the waistband of his jeans, working them off his hips while her lips trailed down his flat belly, following the line of hair until it disappeared at his groin. His skin quivered under her touch. A soft moan reached her ears when her tongue flicked out tasting the pre-cum on the tip of the proud shaft bobbing against his stomach, begging for her mouth.

“Abby,” he whispered as her tongue slid from base to tip before taking him into her mouth. He moaned softly and his hips rocked toward her, setting the rhythm that gave him the most pleasure.

After only a few minutes, he let the jeans slide down his legs and he grabbed her shoulders, bringing her back up in front of him. The small straps of her chemise top gave way to his seeking fingers when he slipped them off and his lips followed their path. He pulled them down her arms, and the top slipped down her chest. His hot gaze feasted on her before his head dipped and he took one hard nipple in his mouth.

He found the button at her waist, slipped it free and pushed her jeans off her hips. Leaving her thong in place, his hands went around to her buttocks, and he kneaded the soft flesh with his fingers while he growled low in his throat.

His mouth found hers again, and he swallowed the groan that rose to her lips. Pushing her back on the bed, he followed her down and pulled the jeans off. He tossed them across the room and she smiled at his impatience.

She wrapped her fingers in his hair while his warm breath flittered across her cheek. The skin of his shoulder tantalized her and she nipped at it with her teeth, smiling as a groan rumbled in his chest.

His mouth worked its way down, taking her nipple and sucking—
hard—
as she arched against him. After playing there for a few moments, he continued his downward journey, nipping at her stomach before soothing the sting with his tongue. She wiggled beneath him, wanting more,
needing
his mouth on her most sensitive spot. Her legs fell apart, and he settled himself between them, his wide shoulders spreading her that much further when he brought her calves up on his shoulders. The wet tip of his tongue found her clit through her thong, licking, stroking and making her almost come at the sensation of the wet material against her sensitive core. He slid this thumbs under the edges of her panties and slipped them down and off her buttocks. Then he was back, sliding his wet tongue over her. He blew warm air across her clit, just about sending her body into spasms.

“Oh.” Her head whipped restlessly across the comforter, and she grasped at the fabric beneath her in her fists. Several minutes of his careful ministration and she was shooting over the edge of the abyss into the most earth-shattering climax she’d ever experienced.

He continued to lick until she stopped shuddering and lay completely drained.

Kissing his way back up her stomach, he took her nipple in his mouth again, and she felt her passion stir anew. She threaded her fingers through his hair, groaning under his onslaught. He finally lifted his head and stared into her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

She couldn’t answer as tears choked her throat and she could only nod.

He murmured, “I can’t promise …”

She shook her head and placed her finger over his lips to silence his words. “Let’s not talk about tomorrow. For now, this is what I want.”

He grasped her hand, removed it from his lips. “What about Cole?”

She could see the doubt on his face. “I don’t want Cole, I want you.”

“But…”

“Make love to me, Chase. I want you to fuck me ‘til I scream.”

With a growl, he took her lips again, his tongue sweeping inside the cavern of her mouth, their tongues dancing to that age-old rhythm. He left her lips as she whimpered, and a soft smile flittered on his lips. He worked his way down her chest again to her stomach, his tongue lapping at her belly button, playing with the dangling earring hooked there.

Damn! I had no idea that
was
an erogenous zone,
she thought as she moaned softly.

After a moment, he lifted his head before he reached for his pants. She watched with a hooded expression, wondering vaguely what he was doing.

He isn’t leaving, is he?

She almost said something until he returned to her side, a foil package in his fingers. Ripping it open with his teeth, he sheathed his cock before he slipped between her thighs, pressing intimately against the folds of her pussy. She lifted her hips, resting her legs around his back as he slid inside, and they both groaned together.

“You feel so good.”

She pressed her heels into his buttocks encouraging him to move. With a moan, his hips ground into hers and she gasped.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Oh God, no,” she moaned. “Move—now!”

He chuckled, placing his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes and rocked his hips. Raising his head, he braced himself on his arms, one on each side of her shoulders, and lifted his chest. She could feel the entire length of him stroke inside her, filling, bringing her to the brink before he slowed his movements and she whimpered. Their rasping breaths filled the silence in the room.