"Please, come quickly. I won't regret this."
I arched against him, my body humming with anticipation as his powerful frame pressed into me. His hands tangled in my hair, his movements urgent, untamedlike a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
Maybe I was the luckiest woman aliveinexperienced but eager, matched with someone who knew how to stoke the fire inside me. We fit together like two halves of the same flame, burning hotter with every touch.
But in the frenzy of desire, I'd forgotten one small detail: we weren't exactly alone out here.
A sharp voice cut through the air like a knife. "Magnus, what the hell are you doing?"
The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. No matter how badly I wanted this, being caught like thisexposed, vulnerablewas the last thing I needed.
Magnus moved faster than I could think, tearing himself away and throwing his shirt over me. His massive body blocked me from view as he snarled, "Vincent, mind your damn business. Get lost."
Vincent Dimucci had no shame. His beady eyes roamed over me like I was something to be devoured, lingering on every inch of exposed skin. "Damn, Magnus. The guys said you'd scored a college girl, but I didn't believe it. She's a knockout. Wish she was mine."
Short, pudgy, and oozing slime, he was nothing like the honest, hardworking men out here. Just looking at him made my skin crawl.
Magnus stalked forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous growlwhatever he said finally sent Vincent slinking away, but not without one last filthy look in my direction, like he was memorizing every curve.
Wrapped in Magnus's shirt, we walked back in silence, the weight of what had just happened settling between us. His face was flushed, his voice rough with regret. "This was wrong. I shouldn't have touched you. You're soft, delicate… and I'm just some rough farmer. You deserve better."
I pressed closer, my body still humming from his touch. "Uncle Magnus, we fit. Don't say that. I love your strength. With you… I've never felt more alive."