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I walk toward the tractor mentally preparing myself for what I’m about to try and do. When I’m at the bottom of the steps, he leans down toward me.

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WARREN

My hand reaches out to grab Savannah’s as she climbs the steps to the tractor cab rumbling beneath us.

“There are a lot more screens and buttons in here than I expected,” she laughs while scanning the small space.

It’s nothing too fancy and could use a good cleaning. We take good care of our equipment, but there is still a decent amount of dust and dirt covering the ground and surfaces. That’s inevitable when you’re in the hay fields long enough.

The driver’s seat creaks as I sit down and release her hand. With the sun where it is in the sky right now, deep orange rays pass through the windows creating a glow of light around her as she stands in front of the door. Her hands tangle together in front of her like she isn’t sure what to do, so I place my hands on her hips and spin her around so that she’s facing away from me.

There’s not enough room between my seat and the steering wheel for her to sit on my lap straight on, so I spread my legs and pull her back to sit on my left leg. As soon as she lands with a huff, I loop my arm around her middle and scoot her ass back toward my hip.

“Jesus.Are you incapable of being gentle?” She laughs, balancing herself with a hand on my knee while she straddles my leg.

I laugh and rub my thumb along her rib cage. “I can be gentle. Is that what you want?”

My grip on her remains tight while I adjust the knobs on the air conditioner. There’s an optional buddy seat right next to me that flips down and acts as a spot for an extra passenger, but I keep that detail conveniently to myself.

“No,” she murmurs. “Not right now.”

She leans back when my left foot moves toward the clutch, but I stop short before pressing on it.

“Savvy . . .” I say into the shell of her ear while she arches her back and runs the tips of her fingers over my arm wrapped around her middle. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she hums. But she’s smirking as her head falls back onto my shoulder. The heat between her legs is impossible for me to ignore. I can feel it straight through my jeans. “Did youhaveto remove your shirt out there, or were you just trying to show off?”

I don’t answer, because the truth is borderline embarrassing. Those posed pictures of shirtless farmers throwing a hay bale onto a trailer floating around the internet? Give me a fucking break. The most unrealistic shit I’ve ever seen. So, no, I didn’thaveto take my shirt off. In my defense, it was hot as hell and I didn’t have anything else to wipe the sweat off my face.

Alright, maybe I knew Savannah was behind me and the material was just begging to be stripped from my body.

I look down at my bare chest with her back pressed against it and it reminds me of last night. I lean forward and kiss her at the base of her neck. Her dress has thin straps and is made of a light airy cotton material. It’s a pale yellow and covered in tiny cream-colored flowers, almost as soft as her perfectly smooth skin. Mytongue darts out to pull my bottom lip into my mouth and I wish dragging my teeth over it did anything to distract me from the thought of having other parts of her in my mouth instead.

I can’t stop the rumble in my chest from turning into a growl when she rolls her hips, grinding down on my thigh.

And here I thought we’d just be taking a quick little ride in the tractor. It seems Savannah had different plans.

Who am I kidding? I pulled her onto my lap just looking for an excuse to hold her, feel her, maybe even kiss her. Anything. It’s all I could think about.

She covers my hand with hers and slowly slides it down the front of her dress. I don’t protest or take the lead, letting her use me however she wants. The tips of my fingers drag lower and lower, desperate to get the layer of fabric from her dress out of the way.

When my hand is finally positioned right at her center, her hips roll once more, all but begging me to give her what she wants.

“What’s gotten into you, hmm?” I say in a low voice. My head is turned toward her now and my lips trail over the side of her neck. “Are you needy for it?”

I yank up the bottom of her dress when she responds with a nod. Her eyes close and she pushes into my hand even harder when I yank the bottom of her dress up and smooth my fingers over her clit and then lower toward her opening. Even through her panties, I can feel how wet she is and I almost pass out right then and there from all of the blood in my body rushing straight to my cock.

Savvy has always turned me on in a way that I’ve never been able to explain, let alone control. But when she’s grinding on me like this, moving my hands, practically begging for it with her body? I’m completely lost in her and the thought of giving her what she wants. What we both want.

And I want her so fucking bad it hurts. I have for a long time and I rarely sleep without dreaming about her finally giving in to me.

While my fingers dance over her throbbing clit and she writhes on top of me, I stare at how beautiful she is. The full wavy hair, her curves moving like soft and slow waves, the way her lips are parted and she moans with every back and forth movement of my hand. I couldn’t look away even if I tried.

“More,” she moans.

For a split second, the part of my brain that controls my common sense takes over. I’d do anything this woman says. Anything she wants. It’s not justthisthat I crave, it’sallof her. The parts she hasn’t been willing to give me yet.