My eyes widened. There had been hundreds of people at the farm the day before. “Really?”
With a slight nod, he added, “But that’s not out of the norm for us, especially on opening weekend.”
“Oh wow,” I marveled. “I mean, based on what I saw yesterday, I can understand why it’s such a huge hit. Will it level off for you as the season progresses?”
“Mostly. It stays pretty steady, unless there’s bad weather. We also usually experience a significant increase on the last weekend.”
“I bet the day after that last weekend is a welcome break,” I noted.
He let out a laugh and said, “You might think that, but we actually only give ourselves a few days before we start preparing for Christmas on the farm.”
“No way!” I cried, thinking I really wanted to see how the place looked at Christmas time.
“Yep.”
Without thinking, I blurted, “I can’t wait to see it.”
Riggs just stared at me with an adoring look on his face. I began squirming under the intensity of his gaze and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just like the idea of you being around here at Christmas,” he shared.
He liked the idea.
He wanted me around at Christmas.
Something happened between us in the moments that followed that sentiment. And before I knew it, Riggs had reached out to curl his fingers around my arm. He tugged me toward him and pressed his lips to mine.
It didn’t take long for things to go from gentle and sweet to hot and spicy. I loved every second of it, too. After spending the last week talking to him on the phone, Riggs turning up the heat in our conversations just a few days ago, and all that happened in the greenhouse tunnel, there was far too much sexual tension bursting between us.
I wasn’t quite sure how I’d gotten there, but the next thing I knew I was straddling Riggs’ lap. My hands were in his hair, my tongue tangled with his, and Riggs was very enthusiastic about exploring my body. But with one hand at the back of my head, he wasn’t able to touch me enough. The hand at my head joined his other one, which was drifting over nearly every part of my body.
I was a bundle of pent-up tension.
I’d already moaned into Riggs’ mouth several times. I’d rolled my hips over his, loving the feel of him hard between us. I’d squirmed in his lap as his hands roamed over my body.
They had pressed into my thighs. They squeezed my ass. They wandered up my sides, stopping just beneath my breasts.
When I could no longer take not having him move up farther, I tore my mouth from his and stared into his eyes. “Riggs, please,” I begged, panting.
“What do you want, Adele?” he rasped.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
With those two words, he shifted his hands and cupped both of my breasts. His thumbs stroked up and over my rapidly hardening nipples.
I groaned at the feel of him finally touching me.
“You like that?” he asked, a touch of humor in his voice.
“Yes,” I replied as I threw my head back and rolled my hips again seeking more friction between my legs.
“Do you want more?” he questioned me.
Dropping my head forward, my hair framed my face.
More.
I could have more with him if I wanted it.
There was no question in my mind.
“I want more,” I deadpanned.
Somehow, at the conviction in my words, Riggs’ face softened at the same time his stare grew intense.
“Fair warning?” he said.
I dipped my chin as my nerves went into a frenzy. What could he possibly want to warn me about at a time like this?
“What I want to do with you is going to take time,” he started. “Are you sure it’s okay I’m going to have you up late on a school night?”
I smiled, leaning forward. I brought my mouth to his cheek, kissed him, and moved my lips along his jaw until they were at his ear. Once there, I whispered, “Tomorrow’s Columbus Day. There is no school.”
I felt Riggs’ frame go solid underneath mine. When I pulled back to look in his eyes, he insisted, “You’re spending the night tonight, and if you don’t have any plans to save the world tomorrow, we’re spending it together.”
“Once again, you’re a very lucky man, Riggs,” I began. “I don’t have plans tomorrow, so I’m all yours.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Yeah,” he said approvingly. Then he stood, holding me tight to him, and declared, “And now it’s time to really make all of you mine.”
A shiver ran through my body.
Minutes later, I wondered if the shivers would ever stop. On my back in his bed, Riggs hadn’t once let up in his pursuit to make me his. Of everything he was doing to me, I loved it every single time he touched his lips to the skin on my neck. It didn’t matter if he was kissing me at the side of my neck or along the front of my throat. There was just something about his mouth being anywhere in that region that drove me wild.
“Riggs,” I breathed, my legs wrapped around his waist as my hands pulled at his shirt.
He pulled back just a touch, putting enough space between our bodies to allow me to lift his shirt up and over his head.
His body.
His chest, his arms, his shoulders.
All of it was perfect.
Strong.
I reached out to touch him, but Riggs didn’t lower his torso. He brought a hand to the hem of my shirt and slowly slid it up my abdomen. With my midriff exposed and his hand continuing to move up my body, only then did Riggs drop his head. He began kissing my abdomen. Bringing his other hand to my shirt, he helped to remove it from my body.
Not wasting a second, his hands went to the waistband of my jeans and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them before pulling back and yanking them down my legs.
Riggs stood there staring at me for quite some time, a dark intensity in his eyes. Without taking his gaze from my nearly-naked body, he worked at the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs.
I found it hard to do anything but watch him the same way he was watching me. As much as I wanted to touch him, I didn’t want to miss the shot to appreciate the sight of his bare body for the first time. Lucky for me, I was given the opportunity to do both because a moment later, Riggs put his knee to the bed and settled his frame over me.
With a featherlight touch, Riggs brought a hand up to my breast. He allowed his fingers to trace gently over the top swell as he said, “You’re so beautiful, Adele. I’ve thought about seeing you like this ever since you walked toward me at the photo shoot.”
The combination of his touch and his words triggered a flurry of goose bumps to scatter across my skin. Oddly, I didn’t feel cold. And barely a moment later, his fingers pulled the sheer fabric of my bra down, exposing my breast. Riggs immediately closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
I let out a moan.
He swirled his tongue around my nipple before flicking it over the hardened bud. The sensation caused my back to arch off the bed, sending my breast deeper into his mouth. Riggs’ opposite hand freed my other breast. After giving one final teasing nip, he pulled his mouth away, looked adoringly at me, and closed his mouth over the opposite side.
Since my legs were trapped between Riggs’ and I couldn’t seek the friction over his length, all I could do was dig my fingertips into the skin at his shoulders and press my legs together tighter. I was growing more and more turned on by the second and desperately needed relief from the ache that was building between my legs.