Mason’s hot mouth brushed Sadie’s damp neck, the tiny, light movement soft but full of promise. “I’m not going to ask what you want because I already know.”

He cupped her ass with one hand and set his other on her shoulder to push her forward, moving her across the floor until her bare feet were buried in the deep pile of straw.

Once she was well into the mound, he swept her feet out from under her. Sadie tumbled forward but the pile beneath her was so thick the fall didn’t hurt. It was only the scratch of the straw on her palms and bare legs that let her know she’d gone down. Instinctively, she rose up on all fours but Mason was already behind her, shoving her light, silk skirt up, revealing her panties.

“Not a thong. I like that.” He ran his hand across the fabric, his eager caress heating her bottom. “I love white lace. It’s nice but naughty.”

Sadie scooted away from him, flipping over so she could see his face. Wants battled with needs and confusion swam through her. The straw scratched the backs of her thighs but she didn’t reach to pull her skirt down. Instead used her hands to push herself upright.

He lunged forward, positioning himself between her splayed legs, filling her view with his body.

She wriggled away until she was backed against a stack of square bales. “I—I—” But he wasn’t doing anything she didn’t want, so the words of protest fell away.

That was the problem. It was as though he’d been reading her mind all along and knew exactly what she wanted. Ever since that almost kiss in the barn, he’d been guiding her, taking her exactly where she wanted to go.

He crawled forward then bent his elbows, lowering himself down so that his mouth brushed her ear. His voice was low and uneven and hot shivers raced down her back when he spoke. “I’m going to make love to you, right here, right now.”

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