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I start to move, long, deep strokes that have us both moaning. My girl meets me thrust for thrust, and our bodies move in perfect sync.

I’ve never felt anything like this before, this sense of connection and rightness. It’s more than just physical pleasure, though there’s plenty of that. It’s a feeling of coming home, of finding a part of myself I didn’t even know was missing.

As our movements grow more urgent, I know I won’t last long. The sensation of her around me, the sounds she’s making, the look of pure ecstasy on her face are all pushing me toward the edge at breakneck speed.

“Melody,” I groan with my forehead pressed to hers and our breaths mingling. “Melody, I’m close. You feel so good, baby. So perfect.”

She whimpers, and her inner muscles flutter around me. “Me too,” she gasps. “Wyatt, I’m going to...”

“Do it, baby,” I encourage, sliding my hand between us to find her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts. “Come for me.”

A few more strokes, and she’s there. Her body tenses and then she shudders apart in my arms. The feel of her clenching around me and the sound of my name on her lips is my undoing.

With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep and let go, spilling inside her in hot pulses.Then I collapse onto her, careful to keep my weight on my forearms.

We lay like that for a long moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. After a few minutes, I reluctantly slip out of her and roll to the side to gather her into my arms. She comes willingly and lays her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my waist. I press a kiss to her hair.

“That was...” she starts, her voice soft with wonder.

“Yeah.” No words can adequately capture what just happened between us. “It sure was.”

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine in the dimness of the room. “What happens now?” she asks with a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

I brush a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Now,” I say, putting all the certainty I feel into my words, “we get some sleep. And in the morning, we figure it out. You and me.”

She searches my face for a long moment and then nods. “Okay.” A smile blooms on her lips and she snuggles back into my embrace. “I like the way that sounds. You and me.”

Chapter Six

MELODY

Sunlight streams through the large windows of the Clayton family kitchen the next morning when Wyatt and I sit down for breakfast with his brothers. His adorable niece, Maisey is playing in the next room.

“I still think this interview is a bad idea,” Wyatt grumbles as he reaches for the pitcher of orange juice. “Do we really want some nosy reporter poking around the ranch?”

“It’s not like they’ll be snooping in our underwear drawers. It’s just an article about my life,” Brody replies nonchalantly. “Plus, my agent says it will help improve my image.”

“What, the rodeo sponsors don’t like your wild buckle bunny lifestyle?” Wyatt’s brother Jace smirks.

“I can’t help it if the ladies love me.” Brody grins. “It’s the famous Clayton cowboy charm. No woman can resist.”

“No woman except Savannah,” Luke chimes in from the coffee maker.

Brody’s eyes snap over to Luke, and he shoots him a menacing glare. Suddenly, a tension that I don’t quite understand crackles in the air.

“Who’s Savannah?” I ask.

Brody looks like he wants to slug both of his brothers. “Nobody.” A muscle in his chiseled jaw ticks as he stands up to take his plate to the sink.

“Well, just try to keep it in your pants while the reporter is here,” Wyatt warns. “We don’t need any more scandals or rumors.”

Under the table, Wyatt slides his hand up my thigh, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they graze the edge of my panties. My breath catches, and I fight the urge to squirm in my seat.

After the mind-blowing pleasure Wyatt showed me last night, my body is hypersensitive to his touch.

“So what time will the reporter be here?” I ask, desperate for a distraction.

Wyatt slips his fingers under the lace, teasing me with featherlight caresses. I clench my thighs together to trap his hand.

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