red hill - jamie mcguire

my arms and legs. “Yep. We came across a herd. Not sure if I can beat my count tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow Scarlet . . .”
I turned to face him. “I understand that you don’t want me to go, but I need to do this.”
“I know,” he said, taking a step toward me. He leaned over to pick up the stack of clean clothes off
the rusted-out cooker beside the door where I’d tossed them, and handed them to me. “But I can’t
stand staying at the house while you’re out there.” He was just inches from me. Even though it was
warm out, my skin was covered in goose bumps. He put one hand on my hip, and the other on my face.
His mouth was just inches from mine, but I put gentle pressure against his chest with my fingertips.
“Did you love her” The question was painfully out of place, but still needed to be asked. I may have
far surpassed my days as an insecure adolescent, and we might have been the last of the few people
left in the world, but it was still a valid worry to wonder if it was the situation that brought us
together or his feelings were genuine. Maybe it didn’t matter.
“Not for a long time, and never like the way I love you.”
Even though I realized that I might feel the same, his words surprised me. He seemed to be waiting
for me to return the sentiment, and when I didn’t, he rushed to kiss me, covering the awkward silence
in case it led to an awkward exit. I let him pull my bare skin against him. I parted my lips and he
wasted no time slipping his tongue inside, searching every part of my mouth. I’d never thought about
if he was a good kisser or not, but he was such a good kisser that it both surprised me and made me
ache for more.
I walked backward to the back of the house, and he walked with me, never pulling his mouth from
mine. He knotted his fingers in the dark, wet strands of my hair, as he pressed my back against the
wooden slats of the house. There was no room between us, but I kept pulling him closer and closer to
me. My thighs throbbed for the hardness behind his jeans.
I reached down and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants, immediately pinching his
zipper and tugging it down. Nathan let me go for just a second, took a quick glance around, and then
put his thumbs into the waist of his jeans and pushed down just enough.
He reached down and pulled my knee up to his hip, and with the other hand slid over the small bit
of fabric covering what he was after. The tip of his skin touched mine, and I instantly moaned in his
mouth. I didn’t realize how much I wanted him or how much I missed sex until just that moment.
He steadied himself and then rocked his hips up and forward, pressing himself inside of me. I
moaned again. I wasn’t sure if it was just because I’d been without sex in almost a year, or if he just
felt that good.
Nathan pulled his mouth away from mine, and then hugged me to him, allowing him to go even
deeper inside of me. The leg I stood on was burning, but I ignored it. Nathan slammed harder into me,
making my ass bump into the wood behind me. He rocked into me over and over, in the most
uncomfortable, amazing position. He licked and bit my earlobe, and I pressed my fingers into his
back, and bit my lip to keep from screaming out just how amazing it felt. As my thigh began to feel
numb and shake from exhaustion, Nathan pressed his face hard into my neck, and then groaned loudly,
pressing into me a couple more times.
We stood still like that for a moment, and then we both let our legs give way, falling gently to the