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Is that last one that grips my heart then makes my body grip his.

“Lawson!” I cry out as heat and pleasure and ecstasy sweep through me and I come, clutching him tightly from my arms around his neck to my pussy around his cock.

“Yes, fuck, Sutton. Yes,” he pants against my throat and then suddenly stiffens. “Fuck.”

I feel the change in his body—the stiffening, then the way he crushes me against his chest, breathing hard.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my ear.

“I love you too.”

We hold each other like that for I don’t know how long.

Everything is soft and perfect—the rain hitting the ground outside the doors, the glow of the lights around us, the faint scent of fresh paint still in the air.

He strokes his hand over my hair and kisses my neck and finally, I lift my head, looking into his eyes.

“Is it always like that? Sweet but hot at the same time?”

“With us?” he asks. “Yeah.” He nuzzles my neck. “Like cinnamon sugar. Sweet and spicy.” He says it confidently, even though this is the first and only time we’ve done this.

I smile and lean in and kiss him. “I’m a fan.”

He chuckles and strokes his hands down to squeeze my ass. “Just you wait.”

CHAPTER 21

LAWSON

I think I could happily stay right here in this barn, with Sutton in my lap, her soft body against mine, her warm breath against my chest, rain falling outside, for the rest of my life.

I sigh happily and stroke my hand up and down her back.

And her stomach growls.

Dammit.

I know she didn’t eat at Perks and Rec earlier.

“Wow. Now that is some serious grumbling,” I say, stroking my hand over her spine again. I love the contrast of my rougher palm against her silky skin.

She sighs and snuggles into my chest. “But I don’t want to move.”

“I know the feeling.”

She kisses my chest, then my shoulder, then my neck, then my jaw, then my mouth. My body starts to harden again.

“Tell me I can be right back here any time I want,” she says.

“You can be right back here any time you want,” I repeat. Then add, “Within reason.”

She gives me a pout. “Any time I want.”

“Well, doing this in the middle of dance practice or the barn party might not be the best idea.”

She giggles. “Okay, okay, Mr. Prude.”

God, I love her. I pinch her ass. “Don’t tell me you’ve already decided that voyeurism is on your turn-on list?”