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Lee wasn’t one to go around peeping at women. It wasn’t something he would have ever done, apparently until he met Genevieve Blanchard. Right about then, he was a man who scented a woman and followed his dick to the small window near the kitchen sink.
He’d been the one to fetch the buckets of water for her and drag the tub into the kitchen from its perch on the porch. Dammit he knew she was going to bathe and should have been the gentleman who stayed in the barn doing chores until she was finished, or at least until she called him. However, Lee had stopped pretending to be a gentleman years earlier.
After arguing with himself for another forty-five seconds, he gave in to the raging hunger inside him and looked in the window.
Sweet Mother of God.
Every muscle in his body tensed all at once. His breath came in small bursts, low and rough as it edged out of his mouth into the blackness of the night. Blood rushed through his veins, whooshing past his ears as his heart pounded so hard he swore it cracked a rib.
She stepped out of her dress and stood in only her chemise. The lamp behind her illuminated her to the point where she didn’t even need a chemise because she was naked as far as Lee was concerned. Sweet luscious curves abounded, revealed inch by inch as she pulled off the cotton garment. As he drank in Genevieve completely nude, he promptly forgot to breathe.
She was exquisite.
Her long brown hair glowed like a copper sunset in the light from the fire. It hung in waves down her back, caressing the top of the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen. Round, perfect globes, pale and plump. She wasn’t thin or bony, but blessed with a body a man could hold onto while he plunged in.
His head swam with images of Genevieve beneath him, above him and beside him, and best of all, kneeling in front of him. Lightheaded and sweating, Lee hung onto the windowsill as if it were a lifeline. It seemed that every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his dick, which was now hard enough to actually hammer a nail. It throbbed in his britches, pushing against the fabric and begging for release.
She turned to step into the tub and Lee was able to see her breasts. Her skin was like honey, warm and sweet, with nipples peaked in the cool air. They were puckered as if waiting for his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. A tiny moan burst from his throat and he had to duck to swallow the howl that rose from his center.
The tall grass around him scratched at his pants as Lee clenched his jaw shut and tried to calm his arousal. He had never been so horny in his life, even with Fiona. With her he’d been eager and needy, but it was nothing compared to what he felt now.
Even just looking at Genevieve nude, without touching her, had sent him into a spiral of pure lust that would likely last for hours. He knew his hard-on would.
When the window above him opened, Lee held his breath intentionally this time. He was lucky he had squatted onto the ground below the window. Now all he could do was pray she didn’t look down.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
The smell of female wafted over him, a combination of roses, the sweetness of sugar in tea and delicate perspiration. It shouldn’t have any effect on Lee, but it did anyway. He wanted to lick her skin, absorb her into his body and savor the taste of Genevieve on his tongue. Scrambling to control his breathing, his heart and his stupidity, Lee pressed his fist against his forehead. She mustn’t know he was there, drinking his fill of her without her knowledge like a common bastard.
When the window closed, seemingly an hour later, Lee let out a small shaky breath and stayed put. No need to move just yet and he might hurt himself if he did. The achingly hard piece of wood between his legs was wedged in his drawers and twisted in the fabric a bit now. If he stood too quickly, there could be damage.
What the hell was he going to do now? Apparently let his dick control his actions.
Against his
Lee wasn’t one to go around peeping at women. It wasn’t something he would have ever done, apparently until he met Genevieve Blanchard. Right about then, he was a man who scented a woman and followed his dick to the small window near the kitchen sink.
He’d been the one to fetch the buckets of water for her and drag the tub into the kitchen from its perch on the porch. Dammit he knew she was going to bathe and should have been the gentleman who stayed in the barn doing chores until she was finished, or at least until she called him. However, Lee had stopped pretending to be a gentleman years earlier.
After arguing with himself for another forty-five seconds, he gave in to the raging hunger inside him and looked in the window.
Sweet Mother of God.
Every muscle in his body tensed all at once. His breath came in small bursts, low and rough as it edged out of his mouth into the blackness of the night. Blood rushed through his veins, whooshing past his ears as his heart pounded so hard he swore it cracked a rib.
She stepped out of her dress and stood in only her chemise. The lamp behind her illuminated her to the point where she didn’t even need a chemise because she was naked as far as Lee was concerned. Sweet luscious curves abounded, revealed inch by inch as she pulled off the cotton garment. As he drank in Genevieve completely nude, he promptly forgot to breathe.
She was exquisite.
Her long brown hair glowed like a copper sunset in the light from the fire. It hung in waves down her back, caressing the top of the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen. Round, perfect globes, pale and plump. She wasn’t thin or bony, but blessed with a body a man could hold onto while he plunged in.
His head swam with images of Genevieve beneath him, above him and beside him, and best of all, kneeling in front of him. Lightheaded and sweating, Lee hung onto the windowsill as if it were a lifeline. It seemed that every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his dick, which was now hard enough to actually hammer a nail. It throbbed in his britches, pushing against the fabric and begging for release.
She turned to step into the tub and Lee was able to see her breasts. Her skin was like honey, warm and sweet, with nipples peaked in the cool air. They were puckered as if waiting for his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. A tiny moan burst from his throat and he had to duck to swallow the howl that rose from his center.
The tall grass around him scratched at his pants as Lee clenched his jaw shut and tried to calm his arousal. He had never been so horny in his life, even with Fiona. With her he’d been eager and needy, but it was nothing compared to what he felt now.
Even just looking at Genevieve nude, without touching her, had sent him into a spiral of pure lust that would likely last for hours. He knew his hard-on would.
When the window above him opened, Lee held his breath intentionally this time. He was lucky he had squatted onto the ground below the window. Now all he could do was pray she didn’t look down.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
The smell of female wafted over him, a combination of roses, the sweetness of sugar in tea and delicate perspiration. It shouldn’t have any effect on Lee, but it did anyway. He wanted to lick her skin, absorb her into his body and savor the taste of Genevieve on his tongue. Scrambling to control his breathing, his heart and his stupidity, Lee pressed his fist against his forehead. She mustn’t know he was there, drinking his fill of her without her knowledge like a common bastard.
When the window closed, seemingly an hour later, Lee let out a small shaky breath and stayed put. No need to move just yet and he might hurt himself if he did. The achingly hard piece of wood between his legs was wedged in his drawers and twisted in the fabric a bit now. If he stood too quickly, there could be damage.
What the hell was he going to do now? Apparently let his dick control his actions.
Against his
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