A few minutes later, he got his answer.

Is that right? I’ve been thinking about you, too. What are you up to tonight?

With a smile, he typed a response.

Worked on the tractor after dinner.

She responded right away.

Sounds thrilling. Are you finished now?

Yeah. Want to come up here? I can pick you up.

I do want to see you. I’ll drive over. Be right there.

He let go of the breath he’d been holding, which was ridiculous. It was no big deal, right? Except his heart was hammering in his chest like this was his first goddamn date.

Dumbass. He needed to get over it. He went up to the house to take a quick shower. By the time he got dressed, a black SUV was pulling up in front of the house. He stepped outside as Des was walking up the steps.

She wore a dress and sandals and didn’t say a word, just slid her hand around his neck.

“You smell good,” she said.

“Just got out of the shower.” He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her against him, instantly hardening at the feel of her body.

“Is that right? Too bad, because I intend to get you dirty.”

His lips met hers and he kissed her, realizing how much trouble he could get into with this woman. He ached for her, his body instantly reacting to the feel of her, to her scent, to the way she wound around his senses whenever she was near. She felt good, and she tasted even better. And as he carried her up the steps and into his house, he pushed the door shut and locked it, not wanting anything or anyone to interrupt his time with her.

He pushed her against the door and explored every inch of her with his hands, lifting her dress to touch her skin. She was so soft, and his hands were calloused.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he kissed along the side of her neck.

“For what?”

“My hands are rough.”

She pulled back and reached for the top of her dress. There must have been a button there because it fell forward, revealing her br**sts.

No bra. He liked that.

She grasped his hands and put them on her br**sts. “I like your hands. I like the way they feel on me. Touch me, Logan.”

He didn’t need more encouragement than that. He circled his palms over her erect ni**les, then zeroed in on the buds, grasping them between his fingers to pull and pluck at them, watching the way she laid her head back against the door and met his gaze with a full-on heated one of her own. When he kissed her again, this time there was a fierce hunger that couldn’t be denied.

He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he headed for the stairs. But she moved against him, the urgency he felt as she rocked against him, the way she grabbed onto the banister, stopping him partway up, meant they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom.

Using a swift turn, he sat on the stairs, placing her on his lap.

Des was breathless as she spoke. “Condoms are in your bedroom, though, right?”

He dug one out of the pocket of his jeans.

“I wasn’t sure where we were going to end up, so I thought this might come in handy.”

“Good thinking.” She smiled at him and stood, taking the condom from his hands before shattering his world by lifting her dress.

She hadn’t worn panties, either.

If possible, he got even harder as he stared up at how beautiful she looked.

He cupped her legs, looking up at her as she grabbed the handrail on the stairs.

“Logan,” she whispered.

“Kneel down on my chest,” he said.

He felt her legs tremble as she did, and then he tasted her. Hot, sweet, as wild as the wind across the plains. His hands swept over her butt and her hips while he held her there, giving her everything she needed, watching her br**sts rise and fall as she breathed in and out.

He’d never seen anything more beautiful, or made love to a woman like this, who gave herself to him so freely. And when she came, it was with an unabandoned cry of pleasure, trembling against him with her orgasm.

She looked down at him, smiling as she slid down his body, rolling over his erection.

“Now,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “Where were we?”

She tore open the condom wrapper, then unzipped his jeans and placed it over him. He clenched his jaw as he watched the way she rolled the condom on him.

“You’re deliberately taking your time,” he said.

She lifted her gaze to him and smiled. “I am, aren’t I?”

But when she settled over him, and he got to watch the way their bodies connected, he hissed out a breath and grasped her hips, lifting her off of him and sliding her back down.

And then, she laid her palms over his chest and took control, riding him with sure, deliberate movements meant to pleasure them both.

He lay back on the stairs and watched her rock back and forth, the way she bit down on her lip when he thrust deeply into her. She dug her nails into him, which only heightened the sensations for him. He felt everything about Des, from the way she tightened inside to the way her ni**les peaked when she was close to orgasm. Her lips parted and she fell forward to take his mouth in a hard kiss, her tongue sliding inside to tangle with his.

He met the challenge with one of his own, sliding his fingers into her hair and holding her there as he felt the rise of his own need. He was enveloped in a maelstrom of a storm, and he rode with it, letting it take him over, taking Des with him. She whimpered against his lips as she came, and this time, he let go, too.

It was intense, a little bit overwhelming, and damned good. He groaned with his release, shuddering against her.

And when they both came down, she lay against his shoulder, the wood stairs biting against his back.

He didn’t care. He held on to her, stroking her skin.

Des finally sat up and smiled at him.

“You’re not much for words, are you, Logan?”

“Hey, you’re the one who came over here and attacked me. I would have been fine with a conversation.”

She laughed. “Sure. You just wanted to talk.”

“Okay. Maybe not.”

They headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. Des got redressed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Back to my trailer.”

He pulled her against him and kissed her, a long, thorough kiss that got him hard again. “I don’t think so. We still haven’t had that deep, intense conversation you want to have.”

She untied the strings at the top of her dress and let it fall, then came toward him. “Okay, Logan. Get to talking.”