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“Like this?” I ask. “This position?”

He nods, looking up at me. “If anyone’s ass is getting poked with hay, it’s going to be mine.”

I stop. I move back slightly. “Wait, is your ass getting poked?”

He chuckles. “The blanket is good. I promise. And I am certain once I’m deep inside you, I won’t be feeling anything else.”

That wave of heat and tingles goes through me again, and I grind against him almost without thinking about it.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Whatever feels good. Whatever you want.”

“I want you. I want this. The whole thing. The real thing. You inside me.”

He takes that seriously, nodding. “I’m all yours.”

I comb my fingers through his hair. “I love that,” I tell him. I swallow and decide to take the chance before any clothes even come off. “I love you.”

There’s a beat of silence as he stares at me. He swallows hard, and I swear my heart stops beating, waiting for his response.

Finally, he says, his voice rough, “Jesus, Sutton, I love you so much.”

Air whooshes out of my lungs, and my heart starts beating again with a hard thump.

I lean in and kiss him, this one somehow feeling different.

His big hands slide up my back, pulling me close as he kisses me hungrily. It’s still hot and deep and full of want, but there’s also a new sweetness to it. Like a promise. Like an acknowledgment that this is the first time we’re kissing in love and it’s the first of many.

I finally pull back and look at him. “You make me so happy.”

“This is just the start,” he says.

God, I don’t know what to do with him. I want to take care of him, give him everything, tell him every single day how amazing he is, tell the world how amazing he is, and somehow keep him all to myself because no one else will ever appreciate or love him the way I do.

What I end up saying is, “How naked can we get out here, do you think?”

He chuckles. “Not as naked as we can get in a bedroom. Mostly because of potential bug bites. And because I can’t really spread you out comfortably the way I want to. But I also don’t want to wait. There is something about this place that makes it feel right for this.”

I run my hands up and down the sides of his neck. “I don’t want to wait either. It feels so right. And then every time either of us is here, we’ll think of this. We have lots of time for bedrooms and beds.”

He pulls me in and kisses me hard. “Yes, we do.”

“So, I definitely need to lose my leggings and panties,” I say, pushing back off of his lap and bending over to take my boots off.

He clears his throat. “Can you turn around while you do that?” he asks.

I look up to find him with his hands braced on the hay bale, watching me with clear interest.

“Like this?” I ask, turning so my ass is directly in his line of sight.

He gives a little groan of approval. “Just like that.” He reaches out and runs one big palm over the curve of my butt. “You have no idea how many times I have watched you bend over and wished I could do this.”

“Really?” I ask, looking back at him as I take off my second boot and toss it. I straighten and turn back. “When?”

“Like every time we have practice. Do you have any idea how much you bend over?”

I laugh. “I guess I don’t.”

“A lot,” he says simply. “A lot, Sutton.”