“I think I’d shock you if I told you.”
“Try me.”
“Well,” she sings, her lips brushing mine. “I’ve always had this fantasy about doing it in a barn with a hot lumberjack.”
Fuuuuuck.
“As long as that hot lumberjack is me.” I don’t let her answer as my lips find hers, and it’s like sweet, sweet heaven as I press into her. I want to swim in this moment and let it take me whole.
Her hands tug on my sweater, then — the cheeky little miss — runs her fingertips along my lower belly, edging under my clothes. Then her freezing, mitten-less hands stroke up my body, starting from my abs. Her touch may be frosty, but it burns a trail all the way up to my heart.
“Where are your mittens?”
“I forgot them,” she breathes.
“Fuck, Princess,” I mutter.
“Mmhmm?”
“I like your hands on me.”
“So, you’re saying you’re into me, too?” she whispers.
“Oh, I’m into you, you’re so fucking beautiful, Sadie Summers.”
Our lips crash together and it’s more urgent this time. When I slide my tongue into her mouth, she scrapes her nails ever so slightly over my pecs and I growl. To have her hands on me like this is a whole other level of unexpected. It’s sexy as hell.
“Tell me,” she whispers when we pull apart. “Tell me what you’ve wanted to do to me.”
“What if I shock you?” I smirk. “Will you go runnin’ away down that mountain?”
“Manhattan girls don’t run,” she reminds me. Touché.
I bump my hips with hers. “Funny.”
She gasps, and I frown.
“What?”
“Is that your… uh…”
“Dick?” I nip her ear. “You can say it, and it doesn’t bite.”
“Jesus. It feels like a freaking missile.”
Hearing her say things about my cock makes me want to explode. “Oh, honey, you have no idea what I’m gonna do with you in this very barn.”
“I’m thinking…hay bales?”
I bump my hips toward her again. “Oh, where we’re going, we don’t need hay bales, beautiful.”
And I get the pleasure of seeing the crimson rise on her cheeks.
Absolute perfection.
CHAPTER 20
Sadie
