Wedding at Poker Flat
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“I know.” She stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss.
When she didn’t deepen the kiss, he had to stop himself from lowering his lips to hers again. The open barn door was not the place to start making love to his woman. Reluctantly, he released her, but grasped her hand again.
After pulling the large door closed behind him, he led Lacey through the barn, passing the filled stalls until she slowed by Angel. He understood and let go, continuing toward the last stall, not wanting to disturb the bond between her and the rescued horse.
No sooner had Lacey turned toward the white Arabian, than Angel gave a soft nicker and walked to the stall door. Lacey pet the badly marred head, cooing to her like one would talk with a baby.
Cole never tired of watching their connection. He had almost given up hope that Angel would ever interact with humans again after the abuse she’d take from her former owner. That the horse came into his life shortly after he had found Lacey again made him think it was fate. Though the horse shied away from men, she completely trusted Lacey.
When Lacey finished, she walked slowly toward him, or was she sauntering toward him? Shit, his muscles tensed in anticipation.
She still wore her clothes from work, her long skirt swishing against her white cowboy boots. The sweater showed off her figure even if it didn’t reveal even a hint of cleavage. It was hard to believe she worked at a nudist resort. He was thankful once again that the resort had a strict policy about employees keeping their clothes on during work. He would go insane if Lacey was supposed to work nude. On the other hand, because Kendra owned the nudist resort she was expected to be nude. He had no idea how Wade handled his fiancé being naked half the day. Cole couldn’t do it.
But Lacey was sexy even with her clothes on, especially after a long day, when her braid had loosened and her messy wheat-colored hair made it look as if she’d just spent an hour in bed with him.
He watched her eyes closely as she approached. Her gaze was riveted to him and his chest puffed with pride. When she licked her lips, he had to force himself to stay still as every tendon pushed at him to move.
Finally, her gaze flitted to the stall behind him and her lips formed a pleased smile. “Oh Cole, it’s the best present you could have given me.”
He released the breath he’d been holding and opened his arms. “You like it?”
She walked straight into his embrace. “I love it.”
“It might get a little chilly tonight.”
She shrugged. “That’s why I have you to keep me warm.”
“Just to keep you warm?” He frowned. “I was hoping to start a fire inside you.”
Lacey’s short intake of breath had his cock taking notice.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You are as good at starting fires as putting them out.”
“Only for you.” He lowered his head and kissed her.
She pressed her body against him and pushed her tongue between his lips. He caught it with his own.
Every nook of her mouth was like new territory. He tasted the tartness of the wine she had with dinner and a flavor that was all Lacey. His hands roamed over her back, feeling her sweater slide against silk.
His cock hardened at the thought of what his Racy Lacey might be wearing underneath.
She pulled her lips away abruptly. “You have too many clothes on.”
“I was thinking the same about you.” He wiggled his brow. “I bet I can take my shirt off faster than you can.” He let his arm go slack in anticipation of the race. They were always betting about sex.
She kept her arms around him. “And what does the winner get?”
“I’m thinking, choice of position.” At his words, a shiver ran through her body, sending lightning straight to his balls.
“On the count of three. One. Two. Three.”
No sooner had she dropped her arms than he reached back and pulled his flannel over his head. One button pinged across the stall, hitting the wood, as his face cleared the tail of the shirt.
Lacey had brought the sweater up over her head, but her face was still hidden.
Cole stared at the pale pink corset that cupped her breasts and accentuated her waist and hips. With her skirt still on, she looked like a saloon girl from the old west.
As she pulled the sweater free, she took a breath and her areolas peeked above their confines.
He swallowed hard.
“Are you admiring my new corset?” She smiled slyly, the vixen.
He shook his head as he traced a finger along the top edge of the satiny lingerie. “No, I’m admiring this.” He pushed his finger inside the cup and flicked at the hard nipple beneath.”
“But you like it, right?”
“I think it might require a closer inspection.” He used his other hand to burrow beneath her other cup and lift the breast above the soft satin so the corset held it up for him to view her rosy tip. “Hmm, I’m liking it more and more.” He performed the same readjustment on her other breast then stood back. “Now that’s perfect.” He stared at her hard nipples held aloft. “I really like it.”
“I’m glad.” Her lips formed a seductive pout. “But I lost the bet.”
He reached out one hand and brushed his fingertips across her hard nipples. “Yes, you did.”
Her chest rose as she sucked in a breath at his touch.
He loved how responsive she was. “I think it’s time you took off your skirt so I can decide exactly what position I want you in.”
She cocked her head. “And that must be determined by what I’m wearing underneath my skirt?”
He nodded. His soon-to-be wife never failed to surprise him when they crawled into bed at night. Her love of lingerie had him anticipating their alone time even during dinner. He was definitely the beneficiary of that little fetish. It didn’t take much to get Lacey hot, but in the house, she had to keep quiet when they made love, and that took something away from the experience for her. Tonight, she could let go completely with no one the wiser.
Lacey untied the bow at her waist and pushed the skirt down to the barn floor before stepping out of it.
He was too distracted by the movement of her breasts at first, to understand her smile.
“So what position would you like?” Her voice was teasing, a sound he hadn’t heard in over a month.
This had definitely been needed. He lowered his gaze and raised his brows. “I can’t decide until you take off that damn slip too.”
She giggled, another sound he hadn’t heard in a while. He needed to do something about that. The stress of building a house, working, caring for the horses with so much family around was too stressful for the only-child Lacey.
As she shimmied out of her slip, his jaw dropped and his cock hardened.
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About Lexi Post
Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides a sensuous experience with a “whole lotta story.”
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.
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