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My heart stumbles, then kicks into a fierce rhythm against my ribs. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long. I press her body against mine. I surge forward and kiss her again. Our kisses grow heated and frantic as I lead her toward the stairs.

Her hands fly to the buttons of my shirt, but I can’t wait for the feel of her skin on mine. I shrug it off over my head in a single movement then pull her up the stairs to the loft. We lose our clothes in a trail behind us.

We’re naked by the time we get to the top. I put my hands around her waist, lifting her off the ground and tossing her onto the bed before covering her body with mine. I tug a fistful of her hair backward exposing her neck and my tongue explores every inch of it.

I can feel her heat against me as I pepper her with kisses. Her skin is soft and inviting as I press her body against mine. She wraps her legs around my waist, tightening her grip as I work my way across her with my tongue.

She responds eagerly, her hands grasping mine as I move my lips down, suckling at her massive globes. I can feel her desire as I slide my hands lower, my fingers tracing circles around her inner thighs.

When I get to the heat pooling between her legs, I’m desperate for more. I slide my tongue across her slit. Liv gasps and moans in pleasure as my tongue thrusts inside her. My name echoes, a soft chant from her pretty lips.

She begs for more and I don’t let up. Instead, I take my time and remind her who she belongs to. I work her open, tracing circles and delving deeper until she’s thrusting against me. Liv tugs on my hair, burying my face in her thighs. I stay there, rock hard, desperate to be inside of her. All the blood in my body pumps between my legs as I push her toward the edge.

I slide back up her body. I slip her needy nipple in my mouth and trace circles around her bud with my tongue. My manhood throbs, knocking against her slick opening.

When Liv wraps her legs around my waist again, I push inside of her in a single thrust. She takes all of me and there’s nothing sweet about it. Her hips buck against mine in time with my movements.

Our bodies move together for a lifetime as I pound into her. It’s pure bliss. She chants my name in breathy exhales against my throat. I thrust until Liv is quivering with delight.

Heat builds in me and I hold on as her body racks with tremors. But as her walls collapse along my length, she’s pulled under in a wave of bliss. Liv arches up, clenching and spasming on me. It pulls me under too. I let go with a white-hot final thrust that has her screaming my name into the open space above us.

We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, our bodies still trembling with pleasure. Heat radiates between us and I pull Liv tight to my chest. I’m overwhelmed by the need to keep her close.

Liv and I stay there for hours and I have her two more times before she closes her eyes and drifts off. I listen to the steady beat of her heart, a sense of peace washing over me as she falls sound asleep in my arms. I can’t help but follow. There’s a world of comfort in holding her body this close to mine.

By the time I’m opening my eyes again, the sun is already up. All I want is to make love to Liv all over again and see that gorgeous body of hers bathed in the morning light. But it isn’t going to happen.

I sit up, searching for her only to find that Liv is out of the shower and already downstairs. When I look down at her from the loft, she’s picking her dress up off the floor. Her bag is slung over one shoulder.

She smiles up at me. “I’ve got to head out. There’s so much to do out at the cottages today. Archie and Jameson want to have their grand opening party. It’s going to be time to report numbers to the county sooner than we think.”

“It’s too damn early for you to be leaving. I think you need to come back up those stairs and crawl back in here with me.” I run my eyes up and down her body as she slides the crumpled white dress back over her head. “Not getting anything done at the cottages today is a sacrifice I’m willing to make if we can do last night all over again.”

She turns to look at me, eyes wide. “Trent, no. We already talked about this, we can’t do this again. I mean, that was amazing, I don’t need to tell you that.” She flushes pink and I wink at her. “But I’m serious, we can’t keep doing this. It’s going to get messy. We’ve got a project to finish and then who knows? I might be gone again.”

“Whatever you say, doll.”

CHAPTER4

OLIVIA

Weeks pass in a rushed blur.Trent and I manage to keep it anything but casual. I don’t know if he’s better at demolishing the old cottages or smashing through my attempts at putting up walls between us. No matter how many pep talks I give myself, I’m putty in his capable hands and Trent knows it.

To his credit, the man has toned down his habit of using the L-word in casual conversation. But in the last four weeks, Trent has had me bent over a split rail, naked up against an old shiplap wall, and on my back on top of every haystack in the field behind the cottages. I’m completely falling for him, but I don’t know if I can trust myself with a heart as pure as his. Either way, right now, that’s the least of my worries.

Knock. Knock.

“Everything okay in there?” Dakota’s voice on the outside of the door is enough to make me cry.

“Yes, totally good.”

“Archie’s trying to get ahold of you,” she says. “He says you were supposed to meet him this morning.”

“I know. I got a late start. I’ll text him back right now.”

I wait until I hear her footsteps disappear down the hall before grabbing my phone off the nightstand. When I do, it’s already vibrating with yet another text message. I scroll back through what I’ve received in the last two hours.

Trent: Good Morning doll, are you on your way?

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