Page 56 of Harvest Moon

And as amazing as it was, to have him say the words, to have him there, to have the taste of him on my tongue, I needed more. I’d been waiting too long, and then the last few months had been absolute torture.

I needed more than promise.

I needed Ridge.

Snatching his hand, I stepped away and spun to look around. The barn. That was close, and wouldn’t have the Hills inside. I had already seen the other guy—Ford?—crossing the yard back to the house, so the barn would be empty. I tightened my grip on his hand and dragged him toward the barn door.

“Lexis?” he asked. He didn’t pull away, but the confusion in his voice was clear enough. He was just obedient enough that I could get him into the barn, and then push his back against the door, flipping the latch to hold it shut behind him.

Then, I attacked his mouth again. It was irresistible, pink and swollen from our earlier kisses, and tasting of spearmint and something darker and earthier. Of Ridge.

He was completely pliable under my hands, his lips opening easily for me. When I rucked up his shirt, slipping my hands under it to run them along the sweaty skin of his torso, he pulled in a quick breath. “Lexis, we’re in the barn.”

“I noticed,” I agreed, flexing my fingers against his muscled abs. How was it even possible for one man to be so much perfect? His skin was slightly damp with sweat from work and I wanted to taste it. But unlike most times when I had a thought like that, I could follow up.

Ridge wanted me. He wanted to be with me.

I shoved the shirt up, leaning over in front of him to lick a path down his chest, skating my fingers over his impossibly perfect abs, down to the button of his jeans, and... well hell, why stop? No one was watching us from the shadows, and if they were, good for them.

I reached for the button on his jeans, and his eyes went round. “Lexis, you can’t. We—” He glanced around the interior of the barn, which was dark and quiet. As though cued, Banjo poked his head out of the shadows, giving a meow as he came over to mark first my ankles, then Ridge’s, and wander back into the shadows at the back of the barn.

“Worried about feline voyeurs?” I quipped as I turned back to Ridge.

He gave a tiny laugh but shook his head. “No, I—it’s just I don’t know how. I’ve never—”

I leaned in to cut him off with a soft kiss. “Me either, Ridge. I waited for you, remember? I never wanted anyone else.”

“But that man—”

“Is the alpha’s older brother. He wanted my help with something, not my body.” I was going to go in for another kiss, but the way his eyes darkened at the notion, pupils blowing wide... I groaned. “I hope that’s because you do want my body and not because you’re going to pick a fight with Aspen Grove over nothing.”

He lifted one hand to cup my cheek. “Want every part of you. Not just your body.”

Oh hell. I was going to melt, and it wasn’t even that hot out.

This time when I reached for his fly, he didn’t stop me. He did breathe in sharp and quick, but I decided to take that as a good sign. His eyes slipped shut as I slid down the zipper, and then slithered to my knees in front of him.

They always said in books that the hero made up for his lack of experience with enthusiasm, so that was the plan. The enthusiasm I had for getting my mouth all over Ridge couldn’t be matched by any plucky historical romance ingenue.

I pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, and... yeah, there was no way I could get the whole thing in my mouth. Years side-eyeing bananas and wondering didn’t do the real thing justice.

There was nothing for it but to do it. I leaned in and gave the tip a tiny kitten lick, and Ridge gasped. When I looked up at him, his eyes were huge, and his shock gave me courage.

I reached up with one hand, steadying his cock, and wrapped my lips around it.

“L-lex-is,” was all he managed to choke out, staring at me, panting hard for breath.

I pushed farther down, having to stop and wet the skin so my lips didn’t stick, but every brush of my tongue against his velvet-soft skin seemed to drive him on, his hips making tiny aborted forward thrusts, like he had to get closer to me. Inside me.

I could feel myself start to slick up at the very idea.

Ridge inside me. That needed to happen, sooner rather than later.

I only managed about half his cock before the effort activated my gag reflex, and I had to pull off.

He reached for me, worried, but I reached back and twined our fingers together and met his eye as I went back for more, wrapping my lips around him and sliding halfway down his dick, swallowing as I went.

The moan he let out was absolute perfection. I’d never felt so powerful in my whole life. I built up a rhythm like that, pushing down as far as I could go, letting the spit-slick skin push into my mouth until it almost choked me, then pulling off again.

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