Page 23 of Stalked By the Farmer

When we break apart, Conner nods at the sunrise stretching across our farm. "Best view there is."

I follow his gaze, taking in the golden fields and rolling hills under the rosy sky.

"Second best," I say, and he looks down at me with a smile.

"Oh yeah? What's the first?"

I reach up and touch his cheek. "This."

The sun dips lower in the sky, bathing everything in a warm orange glow.

Conner's eyes darken as he looks at me, desire flickering to life. I feel an answering heat low in my belly, my body attuning itself to his.

We've been together over a decade, but our passion is as intense as the day we first gave in to it.

Conner tilts my chin up and kisses me, slow and deep. I sigh into his mouth, my hands sliding up his chest.

"Kids'll be asleep soon," he murmurs against my lips.

"Not soon enough." I nip at his jaw, reveling in the low groan I draw from him.

Conner grips my hips and lifts me onto the porch railing, stepping between my spread legs. Our kisses turn hungry and demanding, all teeth and tongue.

I moan as his calloused hands slide under my shirt, rough palms skating over my skin. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, and my back arches into his touch.

"So damn responsive," he growls. "Drives me crazy."

His lips find my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Possessive, demanding. Just the way I like it.

I rock my hips against the hard ridge of his erection, desperate for friction. "Conner, please."

"Patience," he rasps, but I can hear the strain in his voice. I know he's just as far gone as I am.

The sun dips below the horizon, cloaking us in shadows.

Conner kisses me again, rough and claiming. "Time for the little ones to go to bed."

Heat pools low in my belly at the promise in his words. Tonight is going to be a long, pleasure-filled night.

Conner scoops me into his arms and carries me into the house, kicking the screen door shut behind us. The kids are already asleep in their rooms, worn out from a long day of playing outside.

Conner sets me on the edge of our bed and crowds into me, caging me in with his body. His hands slide up my thighs and under my skirt, fingers hooking into my panties.

"Lift up," he orders, and I obey without question, raising my hips so he can strip me bare.

The hunger in his gaze makes me squirm. I reach for his belt, fumbling to get it undone, but he bats my hands away.

"No rushing," he says. "Gonna take my time with you tonight."

He pushes me onto my back and hitches my skirt up around my waist, leaving my lower half exposed. I whimper as he trails a single finger up the inside of my thigh.

"So wet already," he murmurs. "You want it bad, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasp. "Conner, please."

"Please what?" he asks, circling my entrance with his finger. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me," I say, cheeks flushing.

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