“Take that hay there and move it up into that loft.” I shake my head when she reaches for the pile. “Not with your hands.” “So helpful.” She glares at me. “What should I use then?” “This.” I step toward her, pinning her against the wall to reach above her. She’s at least five foot four, but I’ve got almost a foot on her. I stretch up, my libido roaring as my body sweeps against hers. Soft. Hot. Sexy as hell. Fuck. “Ford,” she whispers, and damn if it’s not like the snap of a rein.
