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Aw, that was cute. He hadn’t figured it out.
She smiled and shrugged out of her shirt, hanging it on the gearshift. “You sit here, and I’ll straddle you.”
His ass hit the cracked leather before she could say “please.”
And then his hands were on her waist, dragging her from where she stood on the step to his lap. She slid her skirt up her thighs and sank onto his lap, noting with satisfaction the erection straining against denim.
“Mmmm,” she said, lowering her mouth to his.
His hands slid around her back and flicked the hooks of her barely-there lace bra as he devoured her, the heat of his mouth causing liquid heat to pool deep in her pelvis. The cool night air couldn’t chill what raged inside her. She needed him on her, in her, around her. She needed him to take away all the bad stuff that had happened that day and replace it with sheer pleasure.
Her bra popped loose.
“Jesus,” he said, ripping his mouth from hers, his hands trailing up her back. She felt a tug on her hair and dropped her head back, arching against the hard steering wheel, her small breasts offered in the moonlight-streaked barn.
“Or you can call me George,” she teased with a smile.
Reed’s blue eyes looked like midnight as he took her in. His hand slid up her rib cage, and she forgot to be embarrassed about the size of her breasts. The steering wheel hurt her back, but she couldn’t move if someone paid her. The tender hunger in Reed’s eyes, the feathering of his breath in the night air and the way his warm hands...
“Oh,” she moaned as his fingers plucked one beaded nipple.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his head, his mouth sliding along the column of her throat before the wet heat of his mouth found its prize.
Georgia arched back, grinding her hips so she rocked against his erection. Her action elicited a groan from Reed as he worked magic with her breasts. Never had they felt so sensitive than under the ministrations of this cowboy.
No, not cowboy.
She wasn’t breaking her unwritten rules. Even if she straddled a man on a tractor in a barn in Texas.
It was just sex—no strings, no commitment, no expectations of a tomorrow.
Even if it felt like more.
Even if it felt like a beginning.
* * *
Reed pulled Georgia against him,rocking his erection against the silk of her panties.
God, she felt so soft and hot and... perfect.
He caught her nipple with his teeth and rolled it before sucking nearly the whole of her breast into his mouth. They were small with large dusky nipples. Sexy as hell.
Sliding a hand up her thigh and beneath her panties, he gripped her ass and tilted her pelvis so the sweet spot he craved rubbed against the rough crotch of his jeans.
“Reed,” she moaned.
He felt drugged as he lifted his head. “What, baby?”
“You have something?” she panted, her hands feathering his hair as she looked at him with half-closed eyes.
And those words were like ice water down his back.
Because he didn’t have a condom. He wasn’t that guy. Never carried one around in his pocket. The condom he’d bought almost a year ago was in his wallet. Locked in his pickup truck.
The owl somewhere above them fluttered, like a message for him to snap out of it.
“No,” he sighed against the satin of her skin. “No protection.”
