Our Love

Quinn

Covered in mud with a sore ass, and I couldn't be happier. Wade was finally kissing me! His kiss was so different from Grant's, in a good way, and even though I felt a twinge of guilt at first, I was into it. Wade was aggressive, grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. The way he pressed his lips to mine was as if his life depended on it. The hunger was intoxicating. Our tongues wrestled for control, with Wade winning as he dominated, and I loved every minute.

He pulled back slowly with peck after peck as we caught our breath. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into me, which was impressive. I was lost in thought about all the ways he could wreck me and how badly I wanted it. I was turning into a hot mess; I was going to have to take Carrie up on her offer to buy me all the toys before I started dry-humping Wade right here by the creek!

"You ok?" His lips twisted into a crooked smile.

"More than okay."

"We should head back before it gets dark. You good to ride? Or do you wanna ride with me?" He asked sweetly. I could've ridden by myself; I think I was getting the hang of it. How could I resist the chance to get up close to him, though?

"I'll ride with you if that's ok."

"Of course. C'mon, pretty lady."

Riding along, my body pushed into Wade's as we bounced the trail back up to the barn. Wade clicked his tongue, whistling and talking to the horses as we went; all the while, his body was heating mine up more and more by the second. By the time we reached the barn, I was quite certain my panties were soaked.

When we got back to Wade's house, he ushered me inside. "You're welcome to use the room you stayed in, or you can use my shower. I'll grab some clean clothes for you too." His grin was so mischievous. I almost wondered if he had planned this out perfectly. I decided if he wanted to go all in, well, then I could too.

"I'll use your shower. Should we conserve water?" I teased, following him into his room. He looked up from his dresser, where he was collecting clothes for me. His blue eyes sparkled.

"It's quite tempting; perhaps I should just change though and get dinner started." He raised a brow as if to challenge me. "I'll lay these here for you." He held up the items.

"Where are you going to change? It's rude of me just to take over."

"I'll change and freshen up in the guest bath. No worries." He stalked his way over to me, raising his hand and stroking my cheek gently. "You shower, get comfortable, and we can enjoy the rest of the night, yeah?"

I was lost in his eyes, his touch, and the overwhelming desire to strip bare and drag him into the shower with me. His perfect pink lips parted in a smile before coming down to meet mine for another panty-wetting kiss. He pulled back, leaving me breathless as he slapped my ass before laughing and leaving the room; such a tease.

The hot shower felt amazing after all the mud and sweat build-up. I probably lingered longer than I should have in the shower, enjoying the smell of Wade and the dirty thoughts revolving around him and his naked self in the very same shower. I was quite tempted to ease the ache between my thighs on my own, but it felt wrong, and a part of me was hopeful that Wade would take care of me before the end of the night. Though this was our technical first date, all of the time spent with him and living with him; I was more than ready to go wherever the night took us.

I wrapped a towel around myself and padded out into the room to collect the clothes Wade laid out. A simple t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Typical guy attire. I couldn't resist sniffing them before toweling off and dressing. I decided to be a little tease myself and go sans bra. I gave my hair a quick towel dry and made my way into the kitchen to find him.

He was standing at the counter, wrapping up potatoes and stabbing at them with the fork. His appearance nearly knocked me off my feet as he stood in a pair of shorts as well, minus a shirt. I noticed a black piece of clothing draped over one of the stools; he clearly had neglected to put it on. I stood in awe, drooling at the sight before me. His body was perfectly sculpted from the manual labor put in working on cars and the farm. His right shoulder was decorated with a half sleeve of tattoos that wound around to his back, adorning his shoulder blades with beautiful ink. Just as my gaze was dropping to the low-hung pair of shorts, showcasing just a dusting of hair leading to a place I was all too eager to visit, he caught me.

Wade looked quite pleased with himself as he caught me drooling over him. Smiling wide as he drank in my appearance as well. He sat the potatoes on a tray and rinsed his hands before walking over to me; watching him come toward me did things to my body I'd never felt before. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to decide if I should cover myself as I could feel my nipples pebbling with excitement. This man was everything I'd imagined and more, and being here with him now, was overwhelming in the best way.

"Were you checking me out?" He cocked a brow as he stood directly in front of me.

"Maybe."

"Playing innocent?" He teased. "I know it's sexy when a man cooks, or so I've heard. I need to get the potatoes on the grill." His tone turned serious. "It's hard to focus, though, with you standing there, watching me."

"I said maybe... Maybe I wasn't watching you." I sassed.

"Oh, you were." He whispered as he leaned in, his lips feathering light kisses along my jaw up to my ear, where he whispered again. "Your nipples give you away, sweetheart." He nipped at my earlobe before stepping back with a wicked grin, turning on his bare feet, and going back to his cooking task. I was left panting like a dog in heat, feeling like one too. I knew Wade Asher was one hell of a man, but I had a feeling Wade in the bedroom was going to rock my whole world upside down. Standing in his kitchen, catching my breath, I silently wished to find out sooner rather than later.