The Forgotten Daughter

If he hadn’t been hard for her before, he would be now. Painfully. “Come here.”

“What do you want?”

He looked down at her.

“I want to kiss you,” he said in a low voice. “I want to pull that suit off your body and kiss your naked skin all the way down to your feet. I want to take you right here. I want to push you down against the soft, clean hay and make love to you until we’re both hot, sweaty and exhausted with pleasure.”

Her jaw dropped.