“Thanks.” She tugged the bulky garment over her head, then freed her hair from the neck hole. The long sleeves hung past her wrists and the hem nearly to her knees. Clay thought she looked pixieish and rather cute. Like the time she’d worn an old work shirt of his with nothing underneath but a teeny-tiny pair of pink panties. They’d spent a lazy Saturday afternoon lounging on his couch, eating popcorn and watching movies. By the middle of the second movie, she wasn’t wearing anything at all, and his hands were caressing her silky bare skin. A rush of desire plowed through him with the force of an avalanche. “All set?” His fingers fumbled with the zipper on his jacket. She rolled up her sweater sleeves. “I noticed earlier it’s cold outside tonight.” Good. Bring it on. Cold evening air was just what he needed right now. Oreo ambled slowly along behind them as they walked from the house toward the pastures. The pair of feral mustangs delivered earlier that day whinnied and ran over to the fence, snorting lustily as Clay and Sierra approached.
