Page 62 of Trick or Tease

“Upstairs,” Sabrina said. “Loft.”

I followed her up the wooden ladder to the hayloft, my heart pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Sabrina turned to face me as soon as we reached the top, and I was on her again immediately. This time there was no hesitation, no pulling back. I pressed her against a stack of hay bales, my mouth finding hers with desperate hunger.

She jerked my shirt from my jeans with urgency. I took it off without wasting time with the buttons. I groaned when her palms flattened against my chest, her touch burning through me like fire. I had never wanted anyone this badly in my life.

“God, Sabrina,” I breathed against her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. She tilted her head back, giving me better access, and I took full advantage, trailing kisses down the column of her throat.

I needed more of her. I went for her shirt, jerking it up and over her head. She was wearing a plain white bra. Nothing fancy, but still sexy as hell.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me close as I found that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. The soft sound she made went straight to my groin. I pressed harder against her, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.

“Garrett,” she whispered. My name on her lips was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

I pulled back to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Her blue eyes were dark with want. I could see my own desperate need reflected back at me.

“We should stop,” I said, even as my hands roamed over her breasts.

“Do you want to stop?” she asked, her voice husky.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. “No. God, no. But this is crazy. Anyone could come looking for us.”

“Then we better make this quick,” she said with a wicked grin that nearly undid me completely.

She pulled me down for another kiss. I was lost. My hands roamed her body. I needed more hands to touch her everywhere.

I couldn’t get enough of her. My hands slipped behind her back, finding the clasp of her bra. She arched into me as I unhooked it, letting it fall between us. The sight of her bare breasts made my mouth go dry.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, cupping her in my palms. Her nipples were already hard peaks, and when I brushed my thumbs over them, she gasped.

I lowered my head, taking one nipple into my mouth while my hand worked the other. The taste of her skin, the way she responded to my touch was intoxicating. She gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to drive me wild.

“Garrett,” she breathed.

I could hear the need in her voice.

I kissed my way back up to her mouth, my hands roaming down to the button of her jeans. She was already working at my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle in her urgency.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered against my lips.

“Me too,” I admitted, finally getting her jeans undone. “God, me too.”

I slipped my hand inside her panties, finding her wet and ready for me. She moaned into my mouth as I stroked her, her hips rocking against my hand.

“Please,” she gasped. I could feel her trembling. Needy. Wanting.

Her fingers jerked down my zipper and seconds later her hand was wrapping around my cock.

Fuck.

I needed her.

“Garrett!” Billy’s voice called out.

“Shit,” I groaned.

Sabrina moaned. “Dammit.”