Elizabeth's POV

Cole’s mouth claimed mine again and it was hotter and more demanding this time, his tongue thrusting deep as he backed me against the stack of hay bales. The rough straw pricked my skin through my thin tank top, but I barely noticed—every nerve ending was on fire from the feel of his hard body pressing into me. His thick erection strained against his jeans, grinding insistently between my thighs, right where I needed him most.

“I have been thinking about this sweet city pussy all afternoon,” he growled as he claimed my lips, his Texas drawl thicker with lust. “Watching you squirm in that saddle, getting wet...