Country Loving

“Inconsiderate hick,” she muttered under her breath. The farmer made no effort to move.

“Oh, come on.” She slipped out of her car and strutted up the road. The sound of her heels clicking on the macadam echoed around the fields.

As she neared the back of the huge green beast, the cab door opened. A pair of jean-clad legs and heavy work-booted feet dropped to the ground. Chloe’s gaze traveled up the thick, muscled thighs and came to a crashing halt on the most unbelievably gorgeous ass she’d ever seen. Tight, toned, and hugged oh so snuggly in faded denim. Tearing her gaze away from his ass was hard, incredibly hard but if his ass was this good, then the rest of him had to be spectacular.

She didn’t have to wait long. He closed the cab door, turned, and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach like she’d just taken the steepest hill on a roller coaster. When the hell did farmers start growing into raw sin and heaven’s best all rolled into one?

Tufts of dark brown hair curled over the edges of the tattered, faded baseball cap pulled tightly down over his head. She couldn’t see his eyes, not the way the bill shaded them.

His jaw was square and chiseled. A navy blue t-shirt stretched across his heavily muscled chest, hugging his abs like a lover clinging tight.

The urge to see the entire package clawed at her. Allowing her gaze to drop slightly, she lost her breath. Quickly, she shot her eyes up to his face and admired the god-like vision that had been carved from someone’s deepest, darkest fantasies and thank heaven for that.

The farmer god crossed his arms and rocked back on his heals. Chloe realized her mouth was hanging open and snapped it shut, crossing her arms over her chest as well.

A slow, crooked smile tugged at the man’s lips, making him even sexier. Her blood heated and rushed through her body. Her palms sweated and she swore her heart would beat right out of her chest.

“Is there a problem?” he asked in a slow drawl that made her skin tingle and hot, slick juice rush from between her legs.

She’d never been so turned on by a man she didn’t know. He oozed power and domination and, for some odd reason, it made her hot. Unfamiliar with this immediate, strong attraction, she tightened her arms around her chest, trying to show indignation.

“Yes, there’s a problem. You’re blocking the whole damn road and I’d like to get through.”

His chuckle sent another wave of heat through her system and her nipples stabbed at her crossed arms. He strolled very slowly toward her, his movements deliberate. Did he take a woman in the same manner? Let her feel every sensation as he moved inside her?

“You never were very patient, Chloe.”

He knew her name. Did she know him? She certainly wouldn’t forget a man like this if she’d ever met him.

He reached up to lift the bill of his cap and her knees nearly buckled.

“Tag,” she whispered. Tagart Sloan.