“Ten minutes or we’ll be late. Meet you at the barns.” “Shit,” he swore. He was hurting, wanting more, needing more, then more of her all over again. He pulled her against his chest, kissing her slow and deep. “I don’t want to stop Casey. I don’t want to hurt you either but I need you that way too.” She smiled up at him, her hand on his cheek. “I’ve never felt anything like you make me feel, Bobby,” she whispered. “You make me feel like we’re flying.” His lips brushed over hers. “I like you Casey,” he murmured. “I don’t want to let you go.” “Good, because I like you too,” she said pulling away from him. Everything felt different, better with her. He wanted to hold her and never let her go. He wanted what his brother had with his wife, a lover, a mate and a wife. He wanted her close to him all the time. “I need a quick shower,” she whispered against ear, her breath warm and teasing. She picked up her clothes and walked to shower.
