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He chuckles against the hollow beneath my ear. “Yes. But not yours. You sure you don’t wanna eat first?”

“Oh, cowboy, I’m sure.”

Then he’s yanking me inside the barn. “Can never be too careful,” he says. “Someone might still pass by. And I ain’t about to be rushed.”

I’m giggling as he helps me up a ladder that leads to a low-ceilinged loft. It smells like hay inside, not nearly as musty as it is downstairs. Colt throws down a blanket, and then we’re attacking each other. He’s yanking my shirt over my head. I’m unbuttoning his jeans, sucking on his neck. He’s pulling down my own jeans, and I step out of my sneakers so I can shake off my pants. It’s a warm day for this early in December and even warmer inside the barn.

I still break out in goose bumps. This man’s touch—it’s everything. Tender and eager and possessive.

He’s bringing me down onto the floor so that I’m on my back in nothing but my bra and underwear. He settles onto his side. The bulge between his legs presses against my thigh.

Colt’s eyes rake over my body. He sucks in a breath and runs a hand up my stomach. He pushes up my bra, exposing my tits, and he gently cups them, running his thumbs over my nipples just how I like.

“You’re pretty everywhere, honey,” he murmurs, eyes hazy.

His hand moves south, his fingers catching in my underwear before pulling them down. A surge of arousal bolts through me as he pulls them off my legs and tosses them aside.

I’m totally naked from the waist down. Colt wraps a hand around the inside of my thigh and pulls it so that I’m spread wide.

Looking down, he sucks a breath through his teeth. “Are you really so wet I can see it?”

I nod. “You do hate me best, remember? Apparently that turns me on.”

He grins. “That was such a good line.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I am.” He groans as he dips that finger inside me, kissing his way up my chest. “You ready? Show me what you brought.”

Reaching for the bag I dropped somewhere behind us, my hand shakes. I love how eager he is to try this together.

I pull out my toy. It’s purple—God, why’d I pick purple?—with a thick, penis-shaped shaft complete with a rounded head.

Colt’s lips curl into a smirk, even as his expression darkens. “This is gonna be fun. Can I?” He pulls his finger out of me. Swirls it one last time over my clit, making me see stars. Then he holds out his hand.

I pass it to him. It looks laughably small in the mitt of his hand as he tosses it up and catches it.

“Got some heft.” He finds the buttons at its base and turns it on. “I know that sound.”

I give him a shove. “You know how to use it?”

“Bet I do, yeah.”

Watching him bring the toy between my legs, I’m drawn taut, a bowstring ready for release. I go up on my elbows to get a better look as he presses the vibrating head to my clit.

“Colt.”

His jaw twitches. “That good?”

“So good.”

“Do you like it inside you too?” He moves the toy a little lower, notching it at my entrance.

My legs start to shake. “I do.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he pushes the toy a little farther inside me. “Keep talking to me.”

“Do it…how you do it,” I pant.