Sinful Escape - Sneak Peek
Daisy Chayne has just six months left on her Europe visa so she decides it's time to partaaayyy.
But what she wasn't counting on was the smoking hot men she'd meet along the way. Here's your chance to meet Luca. Luca is the stable manager at one of France's luxurious chateau's.
Luca asks Daisy to help her with one of the foals - Ma Petit Chou - who has cut her leg. What unfolds after that takes Daisy to a whole new world.
A word of warning, this is a steamy, sexy scene, so please do not continue if this is not something that you enjoy.
Grab and drink and settle in, this is a long one. Pardon the pun....
Enjoy and happy reading,
Kitty
But what she wasn't counting on was the smoking hot men she'd meet along the way. Here's your chance to meet Luca. Luca is the stable manager at one of France's luxurious chateau's.
Luca asks Daisy to help her with one of the foals - Ma Petit Chou - who has cut her leg. What unfolds after that takes Daisy to a whole new world.
A word of warning, this is a steamy, sexy scene, so please do not continue if this is not something that you enjoy.
Grab and drink and settle in, this is a long one. Pardon the pun....
Enjoy and happy reading,
Kitty
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Luca gave the foal an extra scoop of grain and as she tucked into the feed, I followed Luca out the gate. We fell into stride, strolling to the far corner tack-room where all the equipment was stored in custom built compartments. As Luca shifted from one spot to the next putting the bits and pieces away, my eyes absorbed every flex and bulge of his sexy butt. My body purred.
Jaysus girl, calm your farm. With my back to the wall. I watched my French horseman. His physique was a work of art, broad shoulders, narrow hips, muscles in all the right places. Nothing like William. Shit. Why do I do that comparison bullshit? My ex-fiance should be a distant memory, not slamming into my brain when I least expected it. Fuck off William, get out of my head. |
My ex vanished from my mind when Luca turned to me, gliding his tongue over his lips. Lips that I wanted to kiss. The urge came from nowhere. It was so strong I could already taste him.
My girly bits squirmed.
Down girl.
He returned to my side, rested his hands on his hips and a sexy smile cut through the lingering concern on his face. “Thanks for your help, I was wondering how I’d get her to keep still. She’s a feisty one.”
Yeah, just like me. Oh God, where’s that straight jacket?
He pulled the band from his hair and his long red locks tumbled around his shoulders. My breath caught. Holy cowboy.
I’d only ever seen Luca with his hair in a top knot. It was longer than I’d thought. And a burnt orange color, highlighted with rust. I couldn’t resist a moment more, but applying restraint, I reached up on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.
He blinked at me. “What was that for?”
I fought the blaze of heat racing up my neck, but it was pointless. “For looking after Ma Petit Chou.”
His smile broadened. “That’s my job.”
“Yes, but you have a special way with these horses.”
He smirked. “If only I had that way with women.” The twinkle in his eyes shifted his comment into a suggestion.
My body heated up in all the right places. For the first time, I noticed how truly handsome Luca was. Or maybe, my newfound awakening was allowing me to see what’d been in front of me all along. I guessed Luca to be about twenty-eight years old. His physique would likely make men jealous and women drool.
He leaned forward placing his hand over my shoulder and onto the wall behind me. Our bodies were inches apart. I felt his heat. I inhaled his manly scent. My breath hitched at the desire in his eyes. Lordy.
“What’re you doing now?” His words were a throaty whisper.
His pupils were large disks, almost consuming his beautiful blue irises. Luca was flirting with me. Me! That didn’t happen. Ever. My body inflamed. “I ummm,” I twirled one of my curls around my finger. “I don’t have any immediate plans.”
He leaned over, closing the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. Oh. My. God. I froze and melted at the same time. One of the hottest men I’d ever had the pleasure of being this close to kissed me. My insides curled. My pussy pulsed.
His lips were heaven and he smelled divine. It was a brief kiss. . . too brief and when he pulled back, my heart skipped a beat at the want burning in his eyes.
Luca cleared his throat. “I can think of something to keep you occupied.” It was no longer a mild suggestion. His body language confirmed Luca wanted me.
Shy, red-headed, over-the-hill me.
I swallowed. My insides twitched. A zillion glorious sensations tantalized my flesh. Was this really happening?
“Are you okay?” His eyes were arctic glaciers, shimmering liquid azure as they devoured me.
“Oh.” I gulped back uncertainty. “It’s just, ummm.” I shoved an annoying curl behind my ear. “This never happens to me.”
He wove his hand around my neck. The touch of his fingers sent shivers across my flesh. “It can if you want?” His tongue glided out and it was like slow motion watching it slick his cinnamon colored lips.
Holy hot buns.
I’d fallen into a dream. A steamy dream with a smoking hot stable manager.
Two men in three days had kissed me. That never happened. Na-ah.
Roman’s challenge whizzed through my brain. Was I conveying signals that said ‘old woman needs a root to feel young again’?
Who cares!
I was here in this moment with Luca. We just kissed and there was no doubt he wanted more.
I wanted more.
With trembling fingers, I touched his chest. Muscles, as firm as cast iron rippled beneath his polo shirt embroidered with the chateaux logo. I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. I parted my lips and as my heart thundered, I silently begged him to kiss me again.
Luca read my signals perfectly. His lips met mine and the frigid girl he kissed moments ago melted into a pool of lust. I clutched his hair and pulled his lips to mine. He pushed my back to the wall and our tongues danced, eager to explore, desperate to taste. My body shot straight into overdrive. Like I’d been released from a nunnery and every nerve craved the freedom.
His hand found my left breast and grabbing a handful he squeezed. He was eager. Maybe a little too eager. Certainly not delicate like Pierre.
Again, with the comparisons! Focus woman.
But, as this was the second time in three days that a man had held my melons after years of abstinence, the evaluations were justified.
While Pierre was soft and gentle, Luca, was firm and enthusiastic.
Well, I did want to try new things.
Luca pulled back; lust blazed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand. “Come with me.”
“Okay.” No hesitation required. I didn’t know where we were going, or his plans, but if it meant more hot kisses, I was willing to find out. Yay me.
He led me to a grand set of mahogany stairs that went up to the loft. I’d never been up there before, but with the rest of the stables as a benchmark, it would be incredible. At the top of the stairs was a couple of rooms, but we passed those, striding along an open walkway that overlooked the stables. Below in the stalls, dozens of horses seemed oblivious to the horseplay happening above them. I suppressed a giggle at that thought.
At the end of the walkway was a large open area, stacked to the rafters with bales of hay. The far wall had two giant doors, one of them was open and offered a view over the châteaux and the luscious green valley in the distance.
Luca led me to the middle of the room, turned to me, cupped my cheeks and kissed me again. I groaned at his urgency. He placed his hand on the small of my back, tugging us together and when his hips moved, mine moved in sync.
Our kiss deepened; our tongues danced. He pulled me closer, squishing my boobs to his chest. Gliding my hands over the planes of his back, I explored every exquisite muscle. His body was the opposite to William’s. My ex-fiancés flaccid body proved he hated exercise.
Luca had muscles upon muscles.
Stepping back, he clutched my hand. “Don’t move.”
I nodded; words were impossible. I’d stay all summer if he’d return and repeat those kisses.
Luca turned and ran. I giggled at the sound of his boots thundering along the balcony. My lips felt swollen, which wasn’t surprising. It’d been years since I’d kissed with such passion. Actually, that was a lie. I’ve never had a kiss like that. Like we’d die if our lips and tongue didn’t taste each other.
Luca and I were greedy for each other. Needy for each other. As much as I wanted him, he seemed to want me. Was I actually going to have sex?
Glorious shudders shimmered through me. It was exquisite.
If I kept feeling like this, then hell yes, I was.
But with each ticking second, my brain whizzed from one thought to the next, each the opposite of the other.
What am I doing?
Having fun.
But I should be working.
My group is fine. Nobody will even miss me.
What if I don’t know what to do?
My response hit me like a brick. Shit! I was terrible at sex.
That’s right. Faaark. What the hell am I doing?
Luca’s boots thumped across the balcony. He was running. Back to me. My heartbeat pulsed in my neck. He wants me. Ugly, redheaded, over-the-hill me.
Tiny pulses had the butterflies in my stomach dancing.
He appeared carrying two red and blue tartan horse blankets, tossed them onto a hay bale and strode to me. Oh, my lord. Clutching my cheeks, he pressed his lips to mine. Our breaths mingled. Our tongues dueled. The bulge in his pants nudged my navel and my insides curled.
This is what I’m doing. Kissing a fucking hot guy who wants me.
With a groan, he released me. He strode to the bale of hay, cut the baling twine securing it, grabbed the heavy looking biscuit and shook them like crazy. The bundle disintegrated into a million pieces over the wooden floor. With bulging biceps, he reduced two more bales to a scattered pile.
The sea of green smelled fresh, alive. If color had a scent this would be green.
He grabbed a horse blanket, flicked it to billow out and lowered the tartan blanket on top of the hay. The swiftness with which he’d created this bed, had me pondering that he’d done this before. He placed the second blanket on top of the first and turned to me.
His chest rose and fell, maybe from excursion, maybe from anticipation. The look in his eyes was a potent aphrodisiac and the way they devoured me; I didn’t care if he’d made this makeshift bed a thousand times before.
Right now, that bed was for me.
Fuck yeah!
We gazed at each other across the room. All sorts of anxieties shot through me.
Was I ready for this? What if I’m terrible?
A thought blazed through me like forked lightning.
Once I’m naked, what if Luca doesn’t like what he saw?
Maybe he sensed my hesitation because he whipped his shirt over his head and cast it aside. Every last ounce of my uncertainty evaporated. Luca, shirtless, was drool-worthy. A muscle God. A light sheen covered his flawless flesh, highlighting every sculpted line in his torso. He didn’t just have a six pack, his body was a masterpiece, carved from years of labor. My gaze followed a trail of coppery hair that ran from below his navel into his belted jeans.
Holy hotness.
My throbbing girly bits swooned. I want this.
Roman was right. This was exactly what I need. I am not an old woman.
To show off my conviction, I reached around beneath my blouse and unclipped my bra. Ensuring Luca didn’t see my ugly underwear, I peeled it and my top off at the same time, tossing them aside.
As my melons bounced to my chest, his eyes bounced to them.
My skin tingled as his eyes devoured me. Every nerve in my body came alive.
Out of nowhere, a second more horrifying thought flashed into my brain. My hairy red beaver hadn’t seen a razor in years. I looked like an Amazonian woman down there.
Faaarrrrk.
My feet were rooted to the floor. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
His lips parted, as if he was about to speak, but he didn’t. Instead he closed the distance between us with three long strides, wove his fingers into my hair and planted his lips on mine. My heart exploded with the eagerness of his tongue.
My knees melted as my hands explored his chest, gliding over warm skin, examining each exquisite contour. His flesh was on fire, empowering the blaze firing through me. His hand found my nipple and he rolled it between his thumb and finger, playing with the delicate bud until I thought it would burst.
Our lips parted and while he turned his attention to my neck, kissing and nipping from my shoulder to my earlobe, I rolled my head back, giving him more access. Shivers of delight coiled through me, initiating from deep inside and culminating with a delicious shudder within my pussy.
My insides came alive, pulsing out a heady beat. The sensation was so intense, I was certain I’d never felt it to this extent before.
I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the top button.
He did the same with my cargo pants.
I undid his zipper, fed my thumbs into the sides of his jeans and tried to tug them down.
Luca stepped back. Bending over, he wrestled his boots off and, in what could only be described as a lust-fueled frenzy, kicked his jeans free.
His sexy briefs were gun metal gray, finished with a thick white elastic band. The bulge threatening to burst the constraint was enormous. The man who’d taken my breath away with just his shirt off, now had me fighting to breathe. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and with his eyes on me, lowered them inch by inch.
The defined V muscle at his groin caught my attention first, like the lead act in what promised to be an incredible show. Luca pulled the elastic forward. His giant rod bounced out and pointed right at me. He lowered his underwear slowly, drawing out the grand reveal like an expert. My heart thundered and my knees weakened. If he kept this up, I’ll pass out any second.
He dropped his briefs to his ankles and kicked them aside.
Holy fuck. Luca, my sexy French horse master, was totally naked.
My heart slammed into my chest.
My eyes hit party mode, scooting from one incredible facet on his body to another. His mesmerizing blue eyes, his suggestive smile, his steely abs, his rock-hard cock. Every inch commanded attention. I didn’t know where to look.
Maybe those mahogany stairs had taken me to heaven.
His gaze trained on me. It was my turn to disrobe.
A wave of uselessness gripped me. I had no idea how to undress in a sexy way. Certainly not like him. I was still wearing my socks and sneakers for God’s sake.
Luca must’ve sensed my indecision. He strode forward, placed his hands on my hips, and kissed me. As our mouths locked together, he guided me backwards.
I allowed him to take control. Anything that required no decision from me was perfect.
He lowered me to the blanket like a gentle lover and I tried to focus on every inch of his flesh rather than my enormous tits flopping to my sides. When he eased back, I received the most magnificent vista of my life. A close-up view of his crown jewels.
Holy smokes. Luca was well endowed.
Not that I’d had many men to compare with.
Actually, only one. And he no longer counted.
Luca’s cock was big. At a guess, about eight inches of solid muscle.
I have never had the pleasure of staring at a real cock. The stone ones at the Louvre do not do it justice. This was glorious. Smooth. Silky. Sexy.
As if he didn’t already have my attention, he glided his hand over his masterpiece. Right before my eyes it grew bigger. He did it once more, then knelt on one knee at my feet. My breath caught. His swollen pink tip pointed right at me, bobbing up and down, nodding.
He swept up my left ankle and nipping at my khaki-clad calf muscle, he curled off my shoe and tossed it aside.
Luca was quite the show pony. Everything he did commanded attention. I’d be happy to watch all day. Hell, I’d stay there ‘til winter if he kept this up.
With my shoes gone, he turned his attention to my cargo pants. I propped up on my elbows and watched, mesmerized as he undid my button and zipper.
William had never undressed me. Heck, he’d barely ever touched me. At least, not in a sensual way.
I was front and centre to the best show on earth. It was truly extraordinary watching Luca’s eyes, watching his hands. He enjoyed this as much as me. He wriggled my pants down and, aiding their release, I raised my ass off the tartan.
Holy hell! I was naked. I couldn’t breathe.
For the first time in history a smoking hot man slowly ran his eyes over my raw flesh.
Not once had William done this. Not one fucking time. How did I miss the signs?
Shoving the ill-timed agony aside, I absorbed the rapture on Luca’s face. The bulge and flex of his muscles. The patch of red hair above his cock. The size of his manhood.
I was young again. Alive.
Oh, so alive.
My insides pulsed to an erotic beat. I wanted his hands on me. I was ready.
My breath caught in my throat as I opened my knees, giving him a little peek of my pussy.
I too could be a show pony.
But he seemed rooted to the floor. Unable to move.
I couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.
Shit. Maybe my Amazonian bush was too much.
The restraint Luca had been demonstrating vanished. He lowered down and placing his left hand at my side for support, he used his other hand to curl my breast upright. His lips latched onto my nipple and sucked. Hard.
Bucking beneath his onslaught, I clawed through his long hair and watched him ravish me.
His eyes closed, flickering, as he sucked my nipple. A moan tumbled from his throat and thrummed across my breast. He pulled back snapping my nipple from his lips.
Gasping, I dragged my nails up his back as he did it again.
Holy wow.
He rolled to my side and the hand that’d been on my breast made its way between my legs. I parted my thighs, letting him know I wanted his touch.
His finger glided over my clit and I just about shot right off the tartan blanket. He did it again, slow and controlled. He pressed down on my bud and a gasp escaped my throat when he rolled it around. It was raw. Honest. Unbelievable.
Every nerve in my body begged for the glorious sensation to last forever.
His finger slipped into my throbbing hole. It was swift. It was sensational.
I clawed at the blanket, flicking hay into the air. My pussy hadn’t been probed like that in a long time. If ever.
Luca wriggled his finger inside me, gripping me in exquisite overload. It was several thumping heartbeats before I gasped a breath. He drew his finger out, and rasped it over my clit. I raised my hips and a moan escaped my throat, begging him to do it again.
He didn’t just do it, he alternated between plunging my throbbing hole and flicking my clit. The delicious pulses blazing through me hit fever pitch. An orgasm built inside me like I’d never experienced before. Years of sexual regression evaporated as layer upon layer of red-hot lust stacked within me.
My insides curled. I gasped for air.
His finger fucking continued. My body tensed. Every muscle grew rigid, gearing up for an explosive release.
Never in my life had I been gripped with such intensity. Every nerve ending tingled. Every ounce of my flesh was alive.
I cried out.
Luca rammed two fingers into me and plunged my depths. I saw the moon. I saw stars. I saw absolutely nothing. My juices spilled from my body over and over. And over.
It seemed an eternity before the sensations that gripped me settled.
But as my body ebbed into relaxation, a revelation hit me.
I’d just had my first true orgasm.
Every other time, when I’d genuinely thought I’d climaxed, was a fake.
This was not fake. This was so real it was mind blowing.
Unbridled pleasure shuddered through me. I have never felt so alive.
Luca removed his fingers and as I questioned what the hell just happened, he shifted away and kneeled between my legs. His pupils were massive. Greedy.
That look told me I’d better hang on.
Clutching the tartan blanket, I prepared for spectacular.
Luca’s hands were warm and eager as he hooked them beneath my knees and pulled me toward him.
He lowered his head between my legs. My breath trapped in my throat.
With his dazzling eyes piercing me, he did something no man had ever done. He licked my vagina. Holy faaarkkk. His first touch nearly shot me out of the stables. I snapped my knees shut, and he pulled back just in time. Clutching the tartan, I gasped for air. My mind raced. My heart did too. His tongue was hot, slick. Weird. . . but fucking wonderful.
He returned his tongue to me. It was hot, oh so hot. He rolled it around my clit and the sensation shot me to the moon. Luca was a master. Each stroke of his tongue stacked another exquisite layer onto a second orgasm building inside me. He added a finger to his tongue. Sliding it into my throbbing abyss, increasing the gloriousness.
Oh my God. My building orgasm was huge. Mammoth.
In and out he drove his finger. Up and across he maneuvered his hot tongue. He mixed it up. Slow, then fast. In and out. Licking. Plunging. Sucking.
My point of release came so swiftly it caught me by surprise.
I imploded. Exploded.
My body shattered into glorious quivering pieces.
“Holy.” My voice wobbled. “Wow.”
Luca’s grin took his already stunning looks to extraordinary. “You okay?”
“Ah ha.” Words were impossible.
His face was a mixture of curiosity and expectancy. He wanted me, and oh my God if that didn’t make me feel incredible.
I spread my legs again and eased my hips forward. I wanted more. Oh, so much more. “Okay.” I barely recognized my voice. “I’m ready.”
I thought he’d wriggle forward and aim his rock-hard rod into me. But with an intriguing smile curled on his lips, he lowered himself between my legs again. His hot tongue rolled around my sensitive bud and I tried to absorb every exquisite sensation. Hot. Wet. Incredible.
Why, oh why, did I wait until I was twenty-nine to experience this?
My eyes danced from his bobbing head to the stable ceiling and back again. His hot tongue probed my throbbing hole in and out. In and out. Licking. Flicking. Sucking. Every curl of his tongue was a hot aching sensation that reverberated through my body.
My eyes rolled, my world tilted, everything disappeared. There was just my pussy and his expert tongue.
I was lost in absolute bliss.
Luca explored my depths, taking his time. Hot, slick and moist met my own raging fire. I raised my hips, begging for more. Luca was a miracle worker. As his tongue continued slicking up and down, his finger twisted in and out.
Gasping, I snapped my knees shut, trapping him there as wild sensations shot through me. But he didn’t stop. No, no. He did the opposite. He drove his fingers fast and hard, matching it with his flicking tongue.
I couldn’t hold back a second more and clutching a handful of his hair, another orgasm raced through me. He continued his attention to my pussy, drawing out every last drop of my orgasm. I moaned, as the long, sweet pleasure of release ebbed from my body.
“Daisy.”
My eyes shot open at the sound of Roman’s voice.
Luca pulled back, kneeling. His eyes met mine. His giant cock pointed right at me.
We froze together, his fingers still inside me. He mouthed, 'Who's that?'
'My driver,' I whispered back.
Roman’s footfalls echoed off the path outside.
“Hey Daisy are you in here?” Roman had entered the stable. “Daisy.” He said my name in a sing-song manner.
As if it couldn’t get any crazier, Luca’s mouth formed into a wicked smile and after touching his finger to his lips, indicating I keep quiet, he twisted his fingers inside me. Goosebumps rained across my flesh at the exquisite intensity.
Roman’s boots continued, and by the sounds of them, he was walking toward the far end of the stable. Luca’s eyes blazed and he drew his fingers out and thrust back in.
I bulged my eyes and mouthed, ‘what are you doing?'
“Shhh.” To show me exactly what he was doing, he drew his fingers out again, and plunged again, faster this time. Harder.
It was so naughty. It was so surreal. It was so fucking horny.
As his fingers played with something deep inside me, he wrapped his hand around his cock. I pushed up on my elbows, ready to watch the show.
His right hand glided up and down his silky shaft. Watching him do that to himself was as erotic as hell and my pulsing clit hit a whole new level. My nipples grew so erect and so hard, they ached.
Roman’s footfalls confirmed he’d turned around and was heading back our way. Yet Luca increased his attention to my pussy. It took all my control not to cry out at the wicked sensations shooting through me.
I forced my eyes to watch every second of Luca’s pleasure. His glorious face twisted in concentration as he pumped his hand with blind repetition. The man was a genius, because while he drew out his own arousal, his probing fingers continued to dart in and out of my throbbing vagina.
“Where is she?” Roman sounded like he was right below us. I blinked at Luca. If he’d heard Roman, he showed no signs of it. His face was the picture of erotic pleasure. . . mouth ajar, eyes aflame, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
This was crazy. We should stop.
Luca didn’t though and I flopped back as another orgasm raced through me. It came from nowhere; fast, explosive, fucking incredible. Clutching the rug, I forced down the cry burning in my throat. Wave after wave of ecstasy shuddered along my flesh, like an incoming king tide. I gave myself over to the surge of release.
Roman’s boots clomped right below us. “Daisy.”
I blinked at the concentration on Luca’s face. His eyes snapped open and shut, once, twice. His knuckles bulged; his panting grew sharper. I prayed he didn’t cry out. Without warning a thick white stream ejected from his penis and shot across my thigh. Once, twice a third time.
It was the most sexually erotic thing I’d ever seen.
As the sound of Roman’s boots confirmed he’d finally returned outside, Luca fell forward onto me.
The only sound was our ragged breathing.
It was some time before Luca pushed up onto his hands. A smile lit up his face. “Well that was a first.”
I just did so many ‘firsts’ I didn’t know where to start. First true orgasm. First roll in the hay. First oral sex. First multiple orgasm. First time with a younger man. First time with another man nearby.
Holy shit. I’ve lost my mind.
“You okay?”
Maybe Luca noticed my emotional turmoil. “Yeah. It was a bit weird.”
“Yes, but when there’s a risk of getting caught. . . it’s fucking hot.”
My jaw dropped and Luca burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry.” Tugging a curl behind my ear, I wondered just how messy my hair was now. “But I’d better get going.”
“I figured you’d say that.”
He helped me to my feet and offered me the rug; I assumed to clean up his mess. I turned my back to wipe off. Tossing the rug aside, I shoved my tits into my ugly bra, grabbed my shirt off a hay bale and tugged it on. Only then did I pull on my panties, jeans, socks and sneakers.
“Come on.” He led the way and we retraced our steps downstairs.
With each step, a drop of guilt trickled into my mind. We could’ve been caught. We put our jobs on the line for a couple of minutes of crazy.
Amazing, mild blowing crazy. But still. . .
But while I was hitting emotion turmoil over what I’d just done, Luca seemed completely at ease. Like it was something he did every day. Maybe he did.
We arrived at the equipment tack room again and he turned to me. “Come see me again next time.”
My jaw dropped. Next time? I was still processing this time. All I could picture was how awkward that next meeting would be. It was impossible to respond and the silence between us grew uncomfortable.
“Anyway, guess you better see what that guy wanted.”
“Oh . . . yes, okay then, bye.”
He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Bye Daisy. I’ll be more prepared next month.”
Fighting the heatwave cruising up my neck and cheeks, I turned and walked away. My steps echoed off the terracotta tiles, just like Roman’s had. It took all my might not dash out of there. With each step, I stewed over his comment about being more prepared. He seemed pretty damned prepared to me. At least. . . with making a bed. In fact, he’d made it so swiftly, I was certain he’d had women up there before.
I frowned. Why did that bother me? It’s not like we were a couple. In fact, I barely knew him. I knew his name, what he did for a living, and that was about all. Oh, and I also know that he had an enormous cock and that his fingers and tongue made my body sing. A smile lit my face as I recalled his magical fingers inside me.
“There you are.” Roman appeared from around a corner.
Shit. “Oh, hey.”
“What’re you smiling at?”
“Ummm. . . nothing.”
He strode up to me. “I’ve been lookin’ for you.”
“Really, I was in the ummm,” I thumbed over my shoulder. “The ummm. . . stable. Helping Luca.” I realized my mistake and instantly wanted to retract my statement.
“But I looked in there.”
“Oh well. . . see the foal. . . Mon Petit Chou. . . do you know her?”
He shook his head.
“Well anyway the poor thing cut her leg and. . . ummm. . . Luca asked me to help dress her wound. Yeah, so anyway, I did. She was really good though, didn’t move much. She liked me scratching behind her ears. I think she’ll be fine.” Aware I was rambling, I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, attempting to stop my crazy monologue.
He cocked his head. “But I looked in there.”
“Oh, you must’ve missed us when we took Mon Petit Chou outside for a walk. After he’d treated her, I mean.” I’m a terrible liar and I was certain he’d noticed.
“Hmmm. Okay then, if you say so.”
My insides twisted. “Yeah. Don’t know how you missed us? We were only outside for a little bit. But she’s all good now. She’s so adorable.” Stop talking Daisy.
“Are you ready to go?”
I nodded. “Yep. All good.”
“After you then.” He stepped back and indicated with his hand that I walk in front of him.
Three steps later, I felt a tug in my hair. I glanced over my shoulder at Roman.
He held up a sliver of green vegetation. “You had hay in your hair.” His cheeky grin had my heart bucking.
“Oh.” I lurched into a weird chuckle/huff. “That’s funny. It must’ve been when I helped Luca feed the horses.”
“Riiiiight.” He wriggled his brows.
Shit. I’m in trouble.
My girly bits squirmed.
Down girl.
He returned to my side, rested his hands on his hips and a sexy smile cut through the lingering concern on his face. “Thanks for your help, I was wondering how I’d get her to keep still. She’s a feisty one.”
Yeah, just like me. Oh God, where’s that straight jacket?
He pulled the band from his hair and his long red locks tumbled around his shoulders. My breath caught. Holy cowboy.
I’d only ever seen Luca with his hair in a top knot. It was longer than I’d thought. And a burnt orange color, highlighted with rust. I couldn’t resist a moment more, but applying restraint, I reached up on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.
He blinked at me. “What was that for?”
I fought the blaze of heat racing up my neck, but it was pointless. “For looking after Ma Petit Chou.”
His smile broadened. “That’s my job.”
“Yes, but you have a special way with these horses.”
He smirked. “If only I had that way with women.” The twinkle in his eyes shifted his comment into a suggestion.
My body heated up in all the right places. For the first time, I noticed how truly handsome Luca was. Or maybe, my newfound awakening was allowing me to see what’d been in front of me all along. I guessed Luca to be about twenty-eight years old. His physique would likely make men jealous and women drool.
He leaned forward placing his hand over my shoulder and onto the wall behind me. Our bodies were inches apart. I felt his heat. I inhaled his manly scent. My breath hitched at the desire in his eyes. Lordy.
“What’re you doing now?” His words were a throaty whisper.
His pupils were large disks, almost consuming his beautiful blue irises. Luca was flirting with me. Me! That didn’t happen. Ever. My body inflamed. “I ummm,” I twirled one of my curls around my finger. “I don’t have any immediate plans.”
He leaned over, closing the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. Oh. My. God. I froze and melted at the same time. One of the hottest men I’d ever had the pleasure of being this close to kissed me. My insides curled. My pussy pulsed.
His lips were heaven and he smelled divine. It was a brief kiss. . . too brief and when he pulled back, my heart skipped a beat at the want burning in his eyes.
Luca cleared his throat. “I can think of something to keep you occupied.” It was no longer a mild suggestion. His body language confirmed Luca wanted me.
Shy, red-headed, over-the-hill me.
I swallowed. My insides twitched. A zillion glorious sensations tantalized my flesh. Was this really happening?
“Are you okay?” His eyes were arctic glaciers, shimmering liquid azure as they devoured me.
“Oh.” I gulped back uncertainty. “It’s just, ummm.” I shoved an annoying curl behind my ear. “This never happens to me.”
He wove his hand around my neck. The touch of his fingers sent shivers across my flesh. “It can if you want?” His tongue glided out and it was like slow motion watching it slick his cinnamon colored lips.
Holy hot buns.
I’d fallen into a dream. A steamy dream with a smoking hot stable manager.
Two men in three days had kissed me. That never happened. Na-ah.
Roman’s challenge whizzed through my brain. Was I conveying signals that said ‘old woman needs a root to feel young again’?
Who cares!
I was here in this moment with Luca. We just kissed and there was no doubt he wanted more.
I wanted more.
With trembling fingers, I touched his chest. Muscles, as firm as cast iron rippled beneath his polo shirt embroidered with the chateaux logo. I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. I parted my lips and as my heart thundered, I silently begged him to kiss me again.
Luca read my signals perfectly. His lips met mine and the frigid girl he kissed moments ago melted into a pool of lust. I clutched his hair and pulled his lips to mine. He pushed my back to the wall and our tongues danced, eager to explore, desperate to taste. My body shot straight into overdrive. Like I’d been released from a nunnery and every nerve craved the freedom.
His hand found my left breast and grabbing a handful he squeezed. He was eager. Maybe a little too eager. Certainly not delicate like Pierre.
Again, with the comparisons! Focus woman.
But, as this was the second time in three days that a man had held my melons after years of abstinence, the evaluations were justified.
While Pierre was soft and gentle, Luca, was firm and enthusiastic.
Well, I did want to try new things.
Luca pulled back; lust blazed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand. “Come with me.”
“Okay.” No hesitation required. I didn’t know where we were going, or his plans, but if it meant more hot kisses, I was willing to find out. Yay me.
He led me to a grand set of mahogany stairs that went up to the loft. I’d never been up there before, but with the rest of the stables as a benchmark, it would be incredible. At the top of the stairs was a couple of rooms, but we passed those, striding along an open walkway that overlooked the stables. Below in the stalls, dozens of horses seemed oblivious to the horseplay happening above them. I suppressed a giggle at that thought.
At the end of the walkway was a large open area, stacked to the rafters with bales of hay. The far wall had two giant doors, one of them was open and offered a view over the châteaux and the luscious green valley in the distance.
Luca led me to the middle of the room, turned to me, cupped my cheeks and kissed me again. I groaned at his urgency. He placed his hand on the small of my back, tugging us together and when his hips moved, mine moved in sync.
Our kiss deepened; our tongues danced. He pulled me closer, squishing my boobs to his chest. Gliding my hands over the planes of his back, I explored every exquisite muscle. His body was the opposite to William’s. My ex-fiancés flaccid body proved he hated exercise.
Luca had muscles upon muscles.
Stepping back, he clutched my hand. “Don’t move.”
I nodded; words were impossible. I’d stay all summer if he’d return and repeat those kisses.
Luca turned and ran. I giggled at the sound of his boots thundering along the balcony. My lips felt swollen, which wasn’t surprising. It’d been years since I’d kissed with such passion. Actually, that was a lie. I’ve never had a kiss like that. Like we’d die if our lips and tongue didn’t taste each other.
Luca and I were greedy for each other. Needy for each other. As much as I wanted him, he seemed to want me. Was I actually going to have sex?
Glorious shudders shimmered through me. It was exquisite.
If I kept feeling like this, then hell yes, I was.
But with each ticking second, my brain whizzed from one thought to the next, each the opposite of the other.
What am I doing?
Having fun.
But I should be working.
My group is fine. Nobody will even miss me.
What if I don’t know what to do?
My response hit me like a brick. Shit! I was terrible at sex.
That’s right. Faaark. What the hell am I doing?
Luca’s boots thumped across the balcony. He was running. Back to me. My heartbeat pulsed in my neck. He wants me. Ugly, redheaded, over-the-hill me.
Tiny pulses had the butterflies in my stomach dancing.
He appeared carrying two red and blue tartan horse blankets, tossed them onto a hay bale and strode to me. Oh, my lord. Clutching my cheeks, he pressed his lips to mine. Our breaths mingled. Our tongues dueled. The bulge in his pants nudged my navel and my insides curled.
This is what I’m doing. Kissing a fucking hot guy who wants me.
With a groan, he released me. He strode to the bale of hay, cut the baling twine securing it, grabbed the heavy looking biscuit and shook them like crazy. The bundle disintegrated into a million pieces over the wooden floor. With bulging biceps, he reduced two more bales to a scattered pile.
The sea of green smelled fresh, alive. If color had a scent this would be green.
He grabbed a horse blanket, flicked it to billow out and lowered the tartan blanket on top of the hay. The swiftness with which he’d created this bed, had me pondering that he’d done this before. He placed the second blanket on top of the first and turned to me.
His chest rose and fell, maybe from excursion, maybe from anticipation. The look in his eyes was a potent aphrodisiac and the way they devoured me; I didn’t care if he’d made this makeshift bed a thousand times before.
Right now, that bed was for me.
Fuck yeah!
We gazed at each other across the room. All sorts of anxieties shot through me.
Was I ready for this? What if I’m terrible?
A thought blazed through me like forked lightning.
Once I’m naked, what if Luca doesn’t like what he saw?
Maybe he sensed my hesitation because he whipped his shirt over his head and cast it aside. Every last ounce of my uncertainty evaporated. Luca, shirtless, was drool-worthy. A muscle God. A light sheen covered his flawless flesh, highlighting every sculpted line in his torso. He didn’t just have a six pack, his body was a masterpiece, carved from years of labor. My gaze followed a trail of coppery hair that ran from below his navel into his belted jeans.
Holy hotness.
My throbbing girly bits swooned. I want this.
Roman was right. This was exactly what I need. I am not an old woman.
To show off my conviction, I reached around beneath my blouse and unclipped my bra. Ensuring Luca didn’t see my ugly underwear, I peeled it and my top off at the same time, tossing them aside.
As my melons bounced to my chest, his eyes bounced to them.
My skin tingled as his eyes devoured me. Every nerve in my body came alive.
Out of nowhere, a second more horrifying thought flashed into my brain. My hairy red beaver hadn’t seen a razor in years. I looked like an Amazonian woman down there.
Faaarrrrk.
My feet were rooted to the floor. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
His lips parted, as if he was about to speak, but he didn’t. Instead he closed the distance between us with three long strides, wove his fingers into my hair and planted his lips on mine. My heart exploded with the eagerness of his tongue.
My knees melted as my hands explored his chest, gliding over warm skin, examining each exquisite contour. His flesh was on fire, empowering the blaze firing through me. His hand found my nipple and he rolled it between his thumb and finger, playing with the delicate bud until I thought it would burst.
Our lips parted and while he turned his attention to my neck, kissing and nipping from my shoulder to my earlobe, I rolled my head back, giving him more access. Shivers of delight coiled through me, initiating from deep inside and culminating with a delicious shudder within my pussy.
My insides came alive, pulsing out a heady beat. The sensation was so intense, I was certain I’d never felt it to this extent before.
I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the top button.
He did the same with my cargo pants.
I undid his zipper, fed my thumbs into the sides of his jeans and tried to tug them down.
Luca stepped back. Bending over, he wrestled his boots off and, in what could only be described as a lust-fueled frenzy, kicked his jeans free.
His sexy briefs were gun metal gray, finished with a thick white elastic band. The bulge threatening to burst the constraint was enormous. The man who’d taken my breath away with just his shirt off, now had me fighting to breathe. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and with his eyes on me, lowered them inch by inch.
The defined V muscle at his groin caught my attention first, like the lead act in what promised to be an incredible show. Luca pulled the elastic forward. His giant rod bounced out and pointed right at me. He lowered his underwear slowly, drawing out the grand reveal like an expert. My heart thundered and my knees weakened. If he kept this up, I’ll pass out any second.
He dropped his briefs to his ankles and kicked them aside.
Holy fuck. Luca, my sexy French horse master, was totally naked.
My heart slammed into my chest.
My eyes hit party mode, scooting from one incredible facet on his body to another. His mesmerizing blue eyes, his suggestive smile, his steely abs, his rock-hard cock. Every inch commanded attention. I didn’t know where to look.
Maybe those mahogany stairs had taken me to heaven.
His gaze trained on me. It was my turn to disrobe.
A wave of uselessness gripped me. I had no idea how to undress in a sexy way. Certainly not like him. I was still wearing my socks and sneakers for God’s sake.
Luca must’ve sensed my indecision. He strode forward, placed his hands on my hips, and kissed me. As our mouths locked together, he guided me backwards.
I allowed him to take control. Anything that required no decision from me was perfect.
He lowered me to the blanket like a gentle lover and I tried to focus on every inch of his flesh rather than my enormous tits flopping to my sides. When he eased back, I received the most magnificent vista of my life. A close-up view of his crown jewels.
Holy smokes. Luca was well endowed.
Not that I’d had many men to compare with.
Actually, only one. And he no longer counted.
Luca’s cock was big. At a guess, about eight inches of solid muscle.
I have never had the pleasure of staring at a real cock. The stone ones at the Louvre do not do it justice. This was glorious. Smooth. Silky. Sexy.
As if he didn’t already have my attention, he glided his hand over his masterpiece. Right before my eyes it grew bigger. He did it once more, then knelt on one knee at my feet. My breath caught. His swollen pink tip pointed right at me, bobbing up and down, nodding.
He swept up my left ankle and nipping at my khaki-clad calf muscle, he curled off my shoe and tossed it aside.
Luca was quite the show pony. Everything he did commanded attention. I’d be happy to watch all day. Hell, I’d stay there ‘til winter if he kept this up.
With my shoes gone, he turned his attention to my cargo pants. I propped up on my elbows and watched, mesmerized as he undid my button and zipper.
William had never undressed me. Heck, he’d barely ever touched me. At least, not in a sensual way.
I was front and centre to the best show on earth. It was truly extraordinary watching Luca’s eyes, watching his hands. He enjoyed this as much as me. He wriggled my pants down and, aiding their release, I raised my ass off the tartan.
Holy hell! I was naked. I couldn’t breathe.
For the first time in history a smoking hot man slowly ran his eyes over my raw flesh.
Not once had William done this. Not one fucking time. How did I miss the signs?
Shoving the ill-timed agony aside, I absorbed the rapture on Luca’s face. The bulge and flex of his muscles. The patch of red hair above his cock. The size of his manhood.
I was young again. Alive.
Oh, so alive.
My insides pulsed to an erotic beat. I wanted his hands on me. I was ready.
My breath caught in my throat as I opened my knees, giving him a little peek of my pussy.
I too could be a show pony.
But he seemed rooted to the floor. Unable to move.
I couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.
Shit. Maybe my Amazonian bush was too much.
The restraint Luca had been demonstrating vanished. He lowered down and placing his left hand at my side for support, he used his other hand to curl my breast upright. His lips latched onto my nipple and sucked. Hard.
Bucking beneath his onslaught, I clawed through his long hair and watched him ravish me.
His eyes closed, flickering, as he sucked my nipple. A moan tumbled from his throat and thrummed across my breast. He pulled back snapping my nipple from his lips.
Gasping, I dragged my nails up his back as he did it again.
Holy wow.
He rolled to my side and the hand that’d been on my breast made its way between my legs. I parted my thighs, letting him know I wanted his touch.
His finger glided over my clit and I just about shot right off the tartan blanket. He did it again, slow and controlled. He pressed down on my bud and a gasp escaped my throat when he rolled it around. It was raw. Honest. Unbelievable.
Every nerve in my body begged for the glorious sensation to last forever.
His finger slipped into my throbbing hole. It was swift. It was sensational.
I clawed at the blanket, flicking hay into the air. My pussy hadn’t been probed like that in a long time. If ever.
Luca wriggled his finger inside me, gripping me in exquisite overload. It was several thumping heartbeats before I gasped a breath. He drew his finger out, and rasped it over my clit. I raised my hips and a moan escaped my throat, begging him to do it again.
He didn’t just do it, he alternated between plunging my throbbing hole and flicking my clit. The delicious pulses blazing through me hit fever pitch. An orgasm built inside me like I’d never experienced before. Years of sexual regression evaporated as layer upon layer of red-hot lust stacked within me.
My insides curled. I gasped for air.
His finger fucking continued. My body tensed. Every muscle grew rigid, gearing up for an explosive release.
Never in my life had I been gripped with such intensity. Every nerve ending tingled. Every ounce of my flesh was alive.
I cried out.
Luca rammed two fingers into me and plunged my depths. I saw the moon. I saw stars. I saw absolutely nothing. My juices spilled from my body over and over. And over.
It seemed an eternity before the sensations that gripped me settled.
But as my body ebbed into relaxation, a revelation hit me.
I’d just had my first true orgasm.
Every other time, when I’d genuinely thought I’d climaxed, was a fake.
This was not fake. This was so real it was mind blowing.
Unbridled pleasure shuddered through me. I have never felt so alive.
Luca removed his fingers and as I questioned what the hell just happened, he shifted away and kneeled between my legs. His pupils were massive. Greedy.
That look told me I’d better hang on.
Clutching the tartan blanket, I prepared for spectacular.
Luca’s hands were warm and eager as he hooked them beneath my knees and pulled me toward him.
He lowered his head between my legs. My breath trapped in my throat.
With his dazzling eyes piercing me, he did something no man had ever done. He licked my vagina. Holy faaarkkk. His first touch nearly shot me out of the stables. I snapped my knees shut, and he pulled back just in time. Clutching the tartan, I gasped for air. My mind raced. My heart did too. His tongue was hot, slick. Weird. . . but fucking wonderful.
He returned his tongue to me. It was hot, oh so hot. He rolled it around my clit and the sensation shot me to the moon. Luca was a master. Each stroke of his tongue stacked another exquisite layer onto a second orgasm building inside me. He added a finger to his tongue. Sliding it into my throbbing abyss, increasing the gloriousness.
Oh my God. My building orgasm was huge. Mammoth.
In and out he drove his finger. Up and across he maneuvered his hot tongue. He mixed it up. Slow, then fast. In and out. Licking. Plunging. Sucking.
My point of release came so swiftly it caught me by surprise.
I imploded. Exploded.
My body shattered into glorious quivering pieces.
“Holy.” My voice wobbled. “Wow.”
Luca’s grin took his already stunning looks to extraordinary. “You okay?”
“Ah ha.” Words were impossible.
His face was a mixture of curiosity and expectancy. He wanted me, and oh my God if that didn’t make me feel incredible.
I spread my legs again and eased my hips forward. I wanted more. Oh, so much more. “Okay.” I barely recognized my voice. “I’m ready.”
I thought he’d wriggle forward and aim his rock-hard rod into me. But with an intriguing smile curled on his lips, he lowered himself between my legs again. His hot tongue rolled around my sensitive bud and I tried to absorb every exquisite sensation. Hot. Wet. Incredible.
Why, oh why, did I wait until I was twenty-nine to experience this?
My eyes danced from his bobbing head to the stable ceiling and back again. His hot tongue probed my throbbing hole in and out. In and out. Licking. Flicking. Sucking. Every curl of his tongue was a hot aching sensation that reverberated through my body.
My eyes rolled, my world tilted, everything disappeared. There was just my pussy and his expert tongue.
I was lost in absolute bliss.
Luca explored my depths, taking his time. Hot, slick and moist met my own raging fire. I raised my hips, begging for more. Luca was a miracle worker. As his tongue continued slicking up and down, his finger twisted in and out.
Gasping, I snapped my knees shut, trapping him there as wild sensations shot through me. But he didn’t stop. No, no. He did the opposite. He drove his fingers fast and hard, matching it with his flicking tongue.
I couldn’t hold back a second more and clutching a handful of his hair, another orgasm raced through me. He continued his attention to my pussy, drawing out every last drop of my orgasm. I moaned, as the long, sweet pleasure of release ebbed from my body.
“Daisy.”
My eyes shot open at the sound of Roman’s voice.
Luca pulled back, kneeling. His eyes met mine. His giant cock pointed right at me.
We froze together, his fingers still inside me. He mouthed, 'Who's that?'
'My driver,' I whispered back.
Roman’s footfalls echoed off the path outside.
“Hey Daisy are you in here?” Roman had entered the stable. “Daisy.” He said my name in a sing-song manner.
As if it couldn’t get any crazier, Luca’s mouth formed into a wicked smile and after touching his finger to his lips, indicating I keep quiet, he twisted his fingers inside me. Goosebumps rained across my flesh at the exquisite intensity.
Roman’s boots continued, and by the sounds of them, he was walking toward the far end of the stable. Luca’s eyes blazed and he drew his fingers out and thrust back in.
I bulged my eyes and mouthed, ‘what are you doing?'
“Shhh.” To show me exactly what he was doing, he drew his fingers out again, and plunged again, faster this time. Harder.
It was so naughty. It was so surreal. It was so fucking horny.
As his fingers played with something deep inside me, he wrapped his hand around his cock. I pushed up on my elbows, ready to watch the show.
His right hand glided up and down his silky shaft. Watching him do that to himself was as erotic as hell and my pulsing clit hit a whole new level. My nipples grew so erect and so hard, they ached.
Roman’s footfalls confirmed he’d turned around and was heading back our way. Yet Luca increased his attention to my pussy. It took all my control not to cry out at the wicked sensations shooting through me.
I forced my eyes to watch every second of Luca’s pleasure. His glorious face twisted in concentration as he pumped his hand with blind repetition. The man was a genius, because while he drew out his own arousal, his probing fingers continued to dart in and out of my throbbing vagina.
“Where is she?” Roman sounded like he was right below us. I blinked at Luca. If he’d heard Roman, he showed no signs of it. His face was the picture of erotic pleasure. . . mouth ajar, eyes aflame, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
This was crazy. We should stop.
Luca didn’t though and I flopped back as another orgasm raced through me. It came from nowhere; fast, explosive, fucking incredible. Clutching the rug, I forced down the cry burning in my throat. Wave after wave of ecstasy shuddered along my flesh, like an incoming king tide. I gave myself over to the surge of release.
Roman’s boots clomped right below us. “Daisy.”
I blinked at the concentration on Luca’s face. His eyes snapped open and shut, once, twice. His knuckles bulged; his panting grew sharper. I prayed he didn’t cry out. Without warning a thick white stream ejected from his penis and shot across my thigh. Once, twice a third time.
It was the most sexually erotic thing I’d ever seen.
As the sound of Roman’s boots confirmed he’d finally returned outside, Luca fell forward onto me.
The only sound was our ragged breathing.
It was some time before Luca pushed up onto his hands. A smile lit up his face. “Well that was a first.”
I just did so many ‘firsts’ I didn’t know where to start. First true orgasm. First roll in the hay. First oral sex. First multiple orgasm. First time with a younger man. First time with another man nearby.
Holy shit. I’ve lost my mind.
“You okay?”
Maybe Luca noticed my emotional turmoil. “Yeah. It was a bit weird.”
“Yes, but when there’s a risk of getting caught. . . it’s fucking hot.”
My jaw dropped and Luca burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry.” Tugging a curl behind my ear, I wondered just how messy my hair was now. “But I’d better get going.”
“I figured you’d say that.”
He helped me to my feet and offered me the rug; I assumed to clean up his mess. I turned my back to wipe off. Tossing the rug aside, I shoved my tits into my ugly bra, grabbed my shirt off a hay bale and tugged it on. Only then did I pull on my panties, jeans, socks and sneakers.
“Come on.” He led the way and we retraced our steps downstairs.
With each step, a drop of guilt trickled into my mind. We could’ve been caught. We put our jobs on the line for a couple of minutes of crazy.
Amazing, mild blowing crazy. But still. . .
But while I was hitting emotion turmoil over what I’d just done, Luca seemed completely at ease. Like it was something he did every day. Maybe he did.
We arrived at the equipment tack room again and he turned to me. “Come see me again next time.”
My jaw dropped. Next time? I was still processing this time. All I could picture was how awkward that next meeting would be. It was impossible to respond and the silence between us grew uncomfortable.
“Anyway, guess you better see what that guy wanted.”
“Oh . . . yes, okay then, bye.”
He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Bye Daisy. I’ll be more prepared next month.”
Fighting the heatwave cruising up my neck and cheeks, I turned and walked away. My steps echoed off the terracotta tiles, just like Roman’s had. It took all my might not dash out of there. With each step, I stewed over his comment about being more prepared. He seemed pretty damned prepared to me. At least. . . with making a bed. In fact, he’d made it so swiftly, I was certain he’d had women up there before.
I frowned. Why did that bother me? It’s not like we were a couple. In fact, I barely knew him. I knew his name, what he did for a living, and that was about all. Oh, and I also know that he had an enormous cock and that his fingers and tongue made my body sing. A smile lit my face as I recalled his magical fingers inside me.
“There you are.” Roman appeared from around a corner.
Shit. “Oh, hey.”
“What’re you smiling at?”
“Ummm. . . nothing.”
He strode up to me. “I’ve been lookin’ for you.”
“Really, I was in the ummm,” I thumbed over my shoulder. “The ummm. . . stable. Helping Luca.” I realized my mistake and instantly wanted to retract my statement.
“But I looked in there.”
“Oh well. . . see the foal. . . Mon Petit Chou. . . do you know her?”
He shook his head.
“Well anyway the poor thing cut her leg and. . . ummm. . . Luca asked me to help dress her wound. Yeah, so anyway, I did. She was really good though, didn’t move much. She liked me scratching behind her ears. I think she’ll be fine.” Aware I was rambling, I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, attempting to stop my crazy monologue.
He cocked his head. “But I looked in there.”
“Oh, you must’ve missed us when we took Mon Petit Chou outside for a walk. After he’d treated her, I mean.” I’m a terrible liar and I was certain he’d noticed.
“Hmmm. Okay then, if you say so.”
My insides twisted. “Yeah. Don’t know how you missed us? We were only outside for a little bit. But she’s all good now. She’s so adorable.” Stop talking Daisy.
“Are you ready to go?”
I nodded. “Yep. All good.”
“After you then.” He stepped back and indicated with his hand that I walk in front of him.
Three steps later, I felt a tug in my hair. I glanced over my shoulder at Roman.
He held up a sliver of green vegetation. “You had hay in your hair.” His cheeky grin had my heart bucking.
“Oh.” I lurched into a weird chuckle/huff. “That’s funny. It must’ve been when I helped Luca feed the horses.”
“Riiiiight.” He wriggled his brows.
Shit. I’m in trouble.
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