Asha King by Wild Horses

ball of warmth burst in her belly, blasting ecstasy through her veins. Her lips parted and she cried out, hips lifting off the chair, fingers working swiftly at her clit and wringing one long, unraveling orgasm out of her overheated body.
    Just as she slumped in the chair, stars still playing behind her eyes, Adam groaned and a jet of white come shot across his stomach and chest. He leaned forward heavily, panting, head tilted down for a moment before gazing up at her with self-satisfied eyes. Then he moved up her body, bracing his hands on the arms of the chair to lift himself, and his lips at last touched hers.
    The kiss was long and hot, tongues warring almost as soon as their mouths made contact. She moaned against him, her lips feeling like they’d been aching all this time just waiting for his. Their noses brushed and she inhaled, breathing him in, enjoying the feel of his possessive kiss.
    They parted, panting anew, and if he’d asked her right then to hop in his bed, she would’ve raced him there. Instead he dropped back down, sitting in front of the chair where her legs were rather obscenely spread, and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, setting her nerves alight.
    Adam grinned. “I win.”
     

Saturday
    NEW POST: Draft Mode
    The last few days have been a perfect example why it’s probably best I haven’t had access to social networks, because it would’ve been TMI. There has been good. Bad. And VERY good.
    What I’ve been doing, well, I can’t say if that falls into good or bad.
    Maybe somewhere in between.
     

Chapter Ten
    The rain hit hard Sunday morning, much needed after several days of sunshine. Despite the gloom, Dani woke in a good, albeit nervous mood. She stretched in bed, grinning to herself, body sated sexually but with a ghost of craving still there. Rain hammered her window as she yawned and crawled out of bed.
    She’d discreetly slipped out of Adam’s place the night before, expecting everyone downstairs to somehow know what was going on, but no one had glanced in her direction. People were pleasantly buzzed on alcohol, engaged either in dancing or in conversations about horses, and paid no notice to her.
    Dani dressed in her work clothes, stopping to brush her teeth and wash her face, but not bothering with a shower—she’d found it best to shower in the afternoon after most chores were done, so she could get all the sweat and horse smells off of her. The kitchen already boasted a tantalizing aroma of coffee and sizzle of cooking pancakes, and she padded toward—
    Wait. Breakfast already?
    She stopped just outside the kitchen, gaze darting for the clock, lips parted when Adam barked out, “You’re late.”
    Shit .
    He sat on a stool at the breakfast bar drinking coffee, glowering. Dewey flipped a pancake high in the air and caught it in the cast iron pan.
    “I’m sor—”
    “Six o’clock, you turn out the horses with him. Is that so hard to remember?”
    “I must’ve forgotten to set—”
    “That’s no excuse—you have responsibilities.”
    Wait, was this really the same guy she saw naked the night before? A blush touched her cheeks at the memory—she definitely hadn’t just imagined it. And he looked just as good this morning despite being clothed, in another white T-shirt and old blue jeans, hair looking smooth and silky to the touch, and dark blue eyes smoldering.
    With effort, she picked her jaw off the floor and closed her mouth, grinding her teeth. “Is there any particular reason you’re being such a dick this morning?”
    “Is there any particular reason you think you suddenly no longer have to work around here?”
    “Okay!” Dewey declared, turning around to place a stack of pancakes on the breakfast bar. He ran his hand back through his straight blond hair and seemed to force a smile. “It’s not a big deal, as Carlee was up and gave me a hand, and now I’m tired of the yelling so I am going to see if there’s anything else she needs, then get Gus into