“I loved those nights.” I peek down at him once I’ve cleared the landing.
His gaze is latched onto my bare center. “No panties?”
“Makes this more exciting.”
Grady meets me in the loft. “Sneaking off with your forbidden crush?”
“You were never a secret for me.”
He tucks some hair behind my ear. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
“But I could never do that. You were always the one for me, Grady Bowen.” My engagement ring catches a ray of early morning sun.
“So,” he tucks a hand in his front pocket. “You got me up here. Now what will you do with me?”
I point to a short tower of bales. “Sit down, Gray.”
He follows my orders without pause. His ass hits the nearest square and he reclines against the stack behind him. My sandals shuffle in the loose hay scattered across the ground. When I’m between his spread legs, I kneel onto the wood floor.
“Whatcha doing, Sutt?” His voice dips into gravel with the question.
“You’ll see.” I smooth my palms up his denim-clad thighs, palming the rigid length straining toward me. I unbuckle his belt with a quick yank. The button pops open almost on its own. Grady groans as the confines of his jeans gape.
I ease the zipper down at a tortuous pace meant to tease, the metal teeth tick with each pass. He lifts his hips to make my job easier. I lower the material until the vital part of him springs out for my taking. When I stop the stripping descent, he raises a brow.
“Wanna take them all the way off?”
I shake my head. “Less risk of getting caught.”
A rumble rolls out of him. “Oh, we’re playing like that?”
My eyes stay glued on the hard column of his penis. “Uh-huh.”
“Well, we better hurry. Someone could come home at any minute.” He fists himself, giving a few cursory pumps. The cords and ropes of muscle in his forearm make me drool. I’m totally transfixed on his steady movement.
“Yeah, uh-huh,” I repeat.
“Ride me, baby.”
I clamber on top of him. “I always pictured us like this.”
“Sprawled out in the hay?” His hands travel up and under my skirt. He shoves the fabric around my waist with a rough rasp. The cool air breezes across my nude center. My responding shiver has nothing to do with the cold.
I straddle his lap, ignoring the scratch of hay against my bare skin. “Yeah, Gray. Just like this.”
He cups my ass. “You have a dirty imagination.”
I lean down and over him, my lips brushing his ear. “When it comes to you, I’m positively filthy.”
My dark waves form a curtain around us, or maybe a veil. I hover over his length, the tip kissing my entrance. Grady’s grip on me is punishing and will surely leave bruises. Nothing turns me on faster than the evidence of our passion. Another shot of piping hot arousal spreads in my veins. I’m already tripping toward that blissful edge from this position alone.
Grady plows forward without warning. The harsh thrust drives my upper body off his chest. His powerful glide into me is a surge of high-voltage electricity. I’m stunned still for a second, floating on static. A fiery zap shocks my limbs back to life. I flail and blindly reach for something solid to regain my balance. My hands find purchase on the sculpted rocks of his shoulders.
“The way we fit together, Sutt. Damn. Just like the first time. I’ll never get used to having you this way.”
I drift my palms down and settle on his wide pecs. “This is everything, Gray. You make me feel so good.”
I’m fully seated on his lap and he’s buried to the hilt. My body welcomes him with a warm sigh, whispering for more. Soon those soft pleas will be deafening screams.
