I can hear my phone ringing from the other room, but I ignore it assuming it’s one of my parents. After a second of silence though, it rings again and I decide to go check and see who’s calling me back to back. I don’t want to miss it if it happens to be one of my bosses who is probably working right now even though it’s the weekend.
“Be right back,” I say as I stand from my seat and pad across the floor back to Warren’s bedroom.
On the nightstand, the phone buzzes with a lit-up screen and I pick it up.
WARREN CALLING
“Hello?”
“Hi,” Warren’s voice comes through the line.
“Hey,” I say with a smile. “Everyone’s asking about you.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckles. “I got a weather notification about rain this morning and decided to run out here real quick and load the rest of the bales I left out the other day. Thought I’d be back by now, sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I sit on the edge of the bed, biting the corner of my thumbnail and swinging my legs like a teenage girl talking to her crush on the phone. “Are you almost done?”
“Yep. Wanna come get me? This old thing quit on me and I’ll have to bring a few parts out to fix it before I can drive it back.”
“I—sure. Where are you?”
“Take the ditch road behind the barn. Just a few fields down, you’ll see the tractor. See you in a minute?”
“Okay,” I answer with a ridiculously large smile.
Hanging up, I hop up from my spot on the bed and smooth down the front of my sundress. Not sure it’s appropriate for a hay field, but I decided to leave it on because it’s cute.
Okay, it’s hot as hell and makes my tits look good. I wouldn’t hate it if it made Warren sweat a little bit.
The back of my hand swipes across my cheek as I stare at the spectacle in front of me as I approach the tractor. Warren is working on the back of it, and I stop in my tracks, fixated on the way his muscles ripple with each turn of the wrench in his hand.
I don’t need foreplay. I need a muscled-up and half-naked working man covered in sweat.
I never considered how attractive it is when a person knows exactly what they’re doing until now. If it were me, I’d be shamelessly searching for tutorial videos online or calling an expert and paying them to fix something for me. But Warren doesn’t need to ask questions or call for someone else to do it for him.
And fuck, that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. From where I’m standing, I squeeze my thighs together. But it does nothing to dull the ache between my legs while I watch him work.
There’s sweat on the back of his tan neck, his hands are positively filthy, and when he finally finishes what he’s working on, he pulls his shirt off to wipe his face with it.
I clear my throat and turn my face, but keep my eyes on him as he tosses his t-shirt over the baler hitch. When he finally turns around and sees me, I can’t stop myself from licking my lips.
“Hey,” he says, looking between me and the tractor. “I think I fixed it.”
“Oh, great! So you didn’t need me after all,” I narrow my eyes and playfully smile.
“No, I do,” he deadpans. We stare at each other for a minute. My breaths pick up speed as I wonder what he really means by that. I know what Iwanthim to mean.
He has the audacity to stand in front of me shirtless and all but tell me he needs me and then not expect me to climb him like a tree for fuck’s sake? I’m not strong enough for this. My insides are screaming for me to stop thinking anddosomething.
In a split second, I make a decision.
“Well, you should probably test it out. Can I ride along?” I say looking up at him and trying not to appear too eager.
The corner of his mouth quirks up as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. “There’s only one seat.”
I shrug and bite my bottom lip.
His jaw flexes and he widens his eyes as he turns to climb the steps to the cab. He gripped one side of the railing and skipped the middle steps, so it was more of a leap than climbing, I suppose.