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I laughed because I knew he couldn’t be that obtuse.

“You have left every room I’ve been in since my arrival,” I snapped back, moving toward him. “Why?”

“You need to go,” he growled, looking down at me. The man had a good half a foot on my short frame, and I could feel the heat of that huge body rolling off him in waves. He smelled like hard work, and damn if it didn’t short-wire my entire brain.

“If you stay, I’ll want to do this…” he reached out, grabbed me, and took my mouth under his. There was no hesitation in his kiss. I found my arms going up to cup his cheeks as the five o’clock shadow tickled my palms. “Now, you get why you really need to leave,” he sighed as his chest rose and fell in short spurts.

“No, I don’t,” I sighed as we stared at each other, both panting crazily.

“You don’t go now; this is going to get…” this time, I moved forward and put my lips tentatively against his before he could finish speaking.

He grabbed me under each butt cheek and anchored me to him. Turning, he found a soft pile of hay in an abandoned corner of the barn and laid me down. It was evident from the man's bulge pressed against the apex of my legs that things were about to get hot and heavy.

He ripped my t-shirt over my head as I ran my hands up under his. Grabbing the base of the shirt, he ducked to allow it up and over his head. Then he undid my pants and ran a large, work-roughened hand down into my lace panties. I am certain I soaked the fingers that found my core. I was already throbbing as he lightly stroked my mound, causing tiny mews of pleasure to escape my lips.

“Damn, you are tight and hot,” he sighed, shimming my pants down my legs. My hand grasped for the zipper on his pants.

The straw tickled my naked skin, but I didn’t give a damn. I needed this man, and I was intent on getting all the tension out of my muscles as fast as possible. Not that I had ever done it on a stack of hay before. This would be one for the books.

When my nipples felt the light brushing of air as they were released, my belly clenched, and I squirmed under his touch. Easton took control, bending over to lightly tease them into rigid mounds, and he ran his teeth along lightly to bring my core to a melting point. I was a goner when he bit the left one just enough to make an impact. Lowering his mouth to mine, he didn’t bother with niceties and slipped his tongue inside to devour me. I could feel his hard length moving up and down the inseam of my legs as he turned my need up a few more degrees.

Grabbing at my hips, he lined us up perfectly, and this time, he moved into my center with rapid precision. I came off the scratchy hay and would have been vertical if he hadn’t been on top of me. I felt fuller and stretched beyond the limits of what I had thought possible. Yet, every fiber of my being was begging for him to get moving. I needed him to give me what my body needed to feel at peace again.

He moved slowly as beads of sweat rose up on my skin. My brain had long quit forming any rational thoughts and was consumed by the nasty ways I needed him to help me climax. As he slowly and almost tenderly initiated us to each other’s feel, size, and movement, I completely lost my mind. Only when he grabbed me tight, flipped over with his back to a bale of hay, and gave me that sexy ass grin of his did I find what I needed.

“Show me what you got, cowgirl,” he whispered hoarsely.

I rose slightly and slid down the engorged length, hands in my hair. I teased him, making sure my full breasts danced in his line of sight. He buried his face between them as I rode his shaft until my clit was singing. My every muscle tightened as I rode him, and he held me firmly to ensure that the movements got harder, more directed, and building us toward a release that was sure to be mind-blowing. The faster I rode, the harder he dug nails into my hips. Finally, with a few more frantic movements, my climax ripped through me as he reached up to forcibly kiss me with everything inside of him.

He pumped my hips two more times, and I felt him go rigid as well, with a loud exhalation of breath as the shockwaves rippled through us both.

After a moment, I pulled my head back and stared at him with a chuckle.

“I thought that was good but not necessarily funny,” he mumbled, looking adorable and confused.

“I didn’t expect that answer when I came after you,” I replied.

“I don’t know why you make me so mad. I just like my privacy. And at the same time, damn girl, you had my attention the first time I set eyes on you,” he murmured truthfully.

“So, you seduce all the reality television producers that come onto Safe Harbor Ranch?”

“Apparently, since you would be the first and, god willing, the last.”

“I promise I won't do anything to hurt you, Easton,” I swore to him, and I meant it.

“Tomorrow, we can talk,” he sighed. “I’m willing to hear you out. Tonight though, I need that shower I was headed to before I found you.”

“Understood,” I said, standing up to leave.

“I bet you could use a shower as well,” he muttered as I turned with a big smile in his direction.

“You know I definitely could,’ I said, knowing there was probably no sleep ahead of me tonight. That was a good thing. Even if I didn’t get a television deal out of this stay, I wouldn’t go home without some fantastic memories.

Chapter 4

(Easton)

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