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The deafening explosion of fireworks drowned out the noises we made as we grasped at each other, grinding, chasing our pleasure. I was overwhelmed with sensation as Grady’s big hands roamed my body, tugging my bra down under my sweater to toy with my nipples. That drag of his length against my walls rendered me a babbling, incoherent mess.
With the ground-shaking finale of the fireworks, Grady’s rhythm faltered. I flung an arm back and grabbed his hip, pulling him against me hard. He buried his cock deep, pulsing and twitching. He pressed a hot kiss to the hollow beneath my ear, breathing hard.
And I could have sworn I felt his lips move against my skin with one word.
Mine.
Chapter 7
Grady
This time, when I woke on Sunday morning before my alarm, something was different. I felt it right away. The mattress dipped to my right, and a tangle of silky blonde hair tumbled over my arm. The scent of honeysuckle perfume lingered heady and sweet in the air.
A thin sliver of moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting Birdie’s sleeping figure beside me in a faint glow. The sheets had pooled around her waist, leaving her shoulder and back bare.
I smiled to myself as I recalled last night. Having sloppy, messy sex in the barn, too eager to wait until we got into the house. Stumbling into my bedroom, laughing between one kiss and the next as we tripped over each other.
I rolled over, curling my body around Birdie. Her curves fit so perfectly against me. Now that the Harvest Festival was over, life would return to normal. I was looking forward to inviting Birdie over without festival planning to get in the way.
I skimmed my hand over her hip, savoring the dip of her waist as I moved higher. Birdie shifted in her sleep with a sigh.
“What time is it?” she mumbled.
“Early. You don’t have to wake up yet.”
She wiggled back against me, tugging my arm tighter around her like I was her human blanket.
“You’re so warm,” she murmured. “And your wandering hands suggest you have no intention of sleeping.”
“As tempting as it is to go another round, I’m not as young as I used to be. I need a little more recovery time.”
I ghosted my lips over her shoulder and along her neck, nuzzling into her hair. Birdie made a happy little noise of contentment.
“You’re a smart man. Put your other resources to good use.”
I cupped her breast, loving the way she filled my hand so well.
“Was that an order?”
She breathed a tired laugh.
“Get to work, mister.”
I shifted over her, pushing the sheets aside to expose her fully. In the dim light of the room, I could only make out a few swells and curves but that was more than enough. I didn’t need to see her right now. I needed to taste her.
When I wedged my shoulders between Birdie’s thighs, the scent of her arousal made a growl rumble in my chest. I hooked my hands behind her knees and tugged her closer. She squeaked in surprise, covering her mouth with both hands to stifle a giggle.
I sucked a bruising kiss into her silky, soft thigh. By now, Birdie was fully awake, combing her fingers lightly through my hair. I felt her twitch and inhale a sharp breath when my stubble rasped along the junction of her hip.
Then I closed my mouth around her clit. Birdie pressed her head back into the pillow.
“Grady.”
Strangled with pleasure. Fighting to stay quiet.
As soon as Avery was back at college and the house was empty again, I would have Birdie entirely at my mercy. The bunkhouse was far enough away that my hired hands wouldn’t hear anything. I wanted her to be loud. I wanted her hoarse and so satisfied that she could barely string a sentence together.
In the dim room, every touch, taste, and sensation was heightened ten-fold. My fingertips sank into the cushion of Birdie’s hips. Her thighs flexed around my head. I dragged my tongue through her sweet folds, working my jaw into her until she was so sensitive that she was whining with need.
