“The way those men looked at you,” he said. “I won’t ever let them hurt you.”
I laughed, a little shakily.
“Clint, I’m fine,” I said.
He didn’t respond.
“Really,” I insisted, “They didn’t come within twenty yards of me, and you were right there. We were on an ATV and they were walking, for Pete’s sake.”
He stood up a little straighter and pulled me against his chest in a crushing hug.
“I can’t lose you,” he said. His deep voice was low with emotion, and I could feel it rumble out from his chest.
“You won’t, I’m fine,” I murmured.
He sighed.
I wrapped my arms around him and leaned into his manly, warm chest. It was obvious that he wasn’t ready to let me go, so I shut my eyes and leaned into him, enjoying the spicy smell of his aftershave and sweat. He worked hard, and that always smelled good to me.
“I don’t think I can ever let you go,” he said.
I looked up into his eyes. I didn’t know what to do here. Normally, this is when I would say something flippant and turn away. It was what had ended many of my other relationships. I couldn’t bear to let anyone, any man, close enough to me. They’d felt the distance and drifted away.
Was I brave enough to allow Clint closer than any of those men before?
Brave or not, I couldn’t risk losing him.
“Clint,” I said, softly, still looking up into those big gorgeous eyes of his, full of caring, “Clint, I won’t ever let you get away. You’re all I think about, and I want you in my life forever. Nothing will change that, will it?”
He shook his head.
“I need you,” he said, urgently, still holding me tightly. “I need to feel you, I need to touch you and know that you’re real.”
I nodded.
“Of course,” I said.
His lips captured mine in a searing kiss. I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him for a long minute, enjoying the kiss, feeling the passion light in m
y belly.
I pulled my hands away and slipped them around his waist, sliding them down to feel the tight curve of his high, muscular ass. His old jeans were worn and soft, and I enjoyed the feel of them under my hands.
Clint took his mouth away from mine and pressed it against my neck, claiming me in a hard kiss. I could feel his lips on the edge of my hairline, and was briefly thankful that he wasn’t going to leave a mark somewhere visible.
His wallet, though, was keeping me from squeezing a double handful of that perfect posterior, and I pulled it out of a pocket, feeling the smooth leather under my fingers, and threw it to the floor. He grumbled against my neck, but didn’t protest, and I took advantage, grabbing a hold of his firm ass and squeezing hard, feeling the muscles and strength under my hands, enjoying the way he shifted and flexed underneath them.
I used his ass to pull him closer to me, sealing us together, no air between us. I could feel the heat of his body through my clothing and his, and I longed to have the hot slide of my naked skin against his. I still had not seen him naked, only briefly shirtless, and I was so curious about how his body would look bare before me.
He grunted into my neck and reached his own hands down, grabbing my ass and pulling me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved my hands up to his shoulders, holding myself close against him.
His mouth claimed mine again, and he kissed me with fire and salt as he stepped forward and pressed me against the wall. All I could do was throw my arms around his neck again and hang on as he moved me where he wanted me. I was surrendering myself to him completely, and I loved it.
I moaned into his mouth and he growled in reply, pressing me harder against the wall. I could feel the hard heat of of cock straining against the denim of the jeans he was wearing, twitching slightly between my thighs.
The thought of how his cock could fill me, of how if we were both naked he could simply slip between my thighs and take me right against this wall, made me tremble with desire.
Clint stepped back, putting me carefully back on my feet.