Page 47 of In the Dust

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Itip-toe back into my room, stopping at the edge of the bed. Colton is now hogging the entire bed with all his limbs spread out; he looks like a starfish. A sexy starfish … Did I just call him a sexy starfish?

I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. Lord, help me.

I plop down on the bed, hoping my movements will wake him. Of course they don’t; he’s always been a heavy sleeper. I cover my mouth, trying to muffle the giggles that want to escape.

I have an idea.

I put both of my knees on the bed, trying to quietly straddle his glorious lower half. His body heat radiates through my pants, causing my chest to tighten and butterflies to stir. I lean in close to him and place a soft kiss on his temple. Then I lean back slightly and begin to whisper, “Colton.”

Nothing.

I begin trailing kisses along his jawline, nipping at his lips once I reach them. “Colton,” I say a little louder. I squeeze my thighs against him. “Wake up.”

He begins to stretch underneath me, letting out a loud yawn.

A smirk crosses my face as I slowly grind against him, causing his thick member to stand at attention.

“I could wake up like this every day,” he says with a deep, sexy, sleep-filled voice.

I place my hand on his chest and move my mouth to his ear.

“I bet,” I whisper before leaning back. He grabs my hips with both of his hands, squeezing them a little harder. “We have to get up.” I try to sound convincing.

“Five more minutes,” he begs.

I grab his hands, lifting them above his head. Now’s my chance.

I lightly place kisses along his cheek, then slowly down his neck. He’s still half asleep and enjoying this too much to notice I’ve removed my legs from his hips. I take that as my chance to quickly pull away.

“Hey!” he calls for me as I run to my bathroom.

“Get dressed. It’s harvest today.”

He groans while rolling onto his side. “I’ll get my five minutes one way or another.” He winks, sending me a crooked grin that makes me want to skip the harvest and stay in bed with him all day.

I’m in trouble.

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“Sit on my lap.”He smirks.

I playfully slap his arm. “Colton, I am not sitting on your lap.”

“Come on, I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he lies. “I wanna teach you how to run the combine.”

I tap my chin with my finger, acting as if I’m thinking long and hard about this but knowing I’ll quickly give in. “Fine, once you calibrate the machine, I’ll sit on your lap.”

This new combine seems so fancy and high tech. Grandpa bought it shortly after I left, so this is my first time actually sitting in it.

“Okay.” Colton looks at me, a twinkle in his eye. “Get over here.”

I slowly slide my right leg over his lap, careful not to bump any of the controls. It’s a tight fit with both of us behind the wheel.

I ease myself down on his lap, giving him a second to adjust himself. I welcome the warmth of his embrace.

“What now?” I question as I look at the array of buttons and the control shifter.

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