acquaintances.”
“Cool idea to use your website that way.” Rafe wandered over to the shelves of Jillian’s pieces and whistled. “Some of this is amazing.”
She flushed with pleasure. “Thanks. So JR’s job will last between ten days and two weeks?”
“Probably. If things work out and Zach is satisfied with your brother’s work, he may decide to keep him on,” he said, wanting to keep the pleased look on her face. “But that’s up to Zach. Don’t say anything to JR.”
“I won’t.” She rewarded him with a brilliant smile, so beautiful he couldn’t look away. “Why are you doing this, Rafe?”
For her. He wasn’t about to dig any further than that. “Because your brother needs work, and I need someone to clear my land.”
“This means a lot to me. To us.” She bit her lip, drawing his attention to her sexy mouth, and then stepped closer. “Thank you so much.” Leaning in, she brushed his cheek with those lips.
Did she have any idea what that did to him? Not about to light a match to that particular fire, Rafe froze. Her hair smelled like spring, and, underneath, he caught a whiff of clay and sunshine and woman.
Revving up, straight into overdrive, growing harder by the second, he gritted his teeth. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a thank-you kiss.” Her flushed cheeks and darkened eyes belied the words.
Rafe meant to back away. Instead he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not the marrying kind,” he warned, his vanishing hold on his self-control making his voice gruff.
“At the moment, I don’t care.”
“You should. I—”
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down. And he was lost.
*
Rafe’s kiss was different than before. More demanding, almost ravenous, sparking Jillian’s own hunger. When he skimmed his palms up her sides, she tensed with expectation. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, and the breath fluttered from her lips.
To her dismay, he stopped and tore his mouth from hers. “Do you want me to stop?”
She could barely think, let alone form words. After returning his hands to her aching breasts, she pulled him into another kiss.
Rafe seemed to sense when her knees were about to buckle. With his lips fused to hers, he backed her toward the sofa and drew her down. It was too short for them to stretch out fully, and Jillian ended up on his lap.
He lifted the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt up over her bra, unfastened the front clasp, and pushed it aside. Cool air washed over her hot skin. She shivered.
His molten gaze slid over her. “You have beautiful breasts.”
“I’ve always wished they were bigger.”
“They’re perfect, with the prettiest pink nipples.” With his finger, he traced one areola. “Tight, like rosebuds.”
Oh, the pleasure. Suddenly damp between her legs, Jillian let her head fell back and thrust out her chest, silently offering herself.
With a masculine growl of desire, Rafe lowered his head and pleasured her with his mouth.
Sheer bliss. Longing for more, she shifted restlessly in his lap.
“Easy,” he cautioned, grasping her hips and holding her still.
Dazed, she blinked at him. The man looked as if he was in pain. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not exactly.” His lips quirked. “This feels more like torture.”
Hot hands skated down her stomach. The button on her jeans had always been slightly bigger than the buttonhole, and difficult to unfasten.
Would he have trouble with it? Jillian caught her breath. But no, he deftly worked it open, like the experienced man, the stud he was.
Her guarded heart, open and tender, contracted in alarm, all but destroying her desperate need for him. “Don’t, Rafe.”
He went still. “Okay.” In short order, he zipped up her jeans, tugged her shirt down, and set her on the cushion beside him. “Maybe we should talk.”
*
Rafe desired Jillian more than he could ever remember wanting a woman. And she was just as hot for him,
“Cool idea to use your website that way.” Rafe wandered over to the shelves of Jillian’s pieces and whistled. “Some of this is amazing.”
She flushed with pleasure. “Thanks. So JR’s job will last between ten days and two weeks?”
“Probably. If things work out and Zach is satisfied with your brother’s work, he may decide to keep him on,” he said, wanting to keep the pleased look on her face. “But that’s up to Zach. Don’t say anything to JR.”
“I won’t.” She rewarded him with a brilliant smile, so beautiful he couldn’t look away. “Why are you doing this, Rafe?”
For her. He wasn’t about to dig any further than that. “Because your brother needs work, and I need someone to clear my land.”
“This means a lot to me. To us.” She bit her lip, drawing his attention to her sexy mouth, and then stepped closer. “Thank you so much.” Leaning in, she brushed his cheek with those lips.
Did she have any idea what that did to him? Not about to light a match to that particular fire, Rafe froze. Her hair smelled like spring, and, underneath, he caught a whiff of clay and sunshine and woman.
Revving up, straight into overdrive, growing harder by the second, he gritted his teeth. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a thank-you kiss.” Her flushed cheeks and darkened eyes belied the words.
Rafe meant to back away. Instead he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not the marrying kind,” he warned, his vanishing hold on his self-control making his voice gruff.
“At the moment, I don’t care.”
“You should. I—”
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down. And he was lost.
*
Rafe’s kiss was different than before. More demanding, almost ravenous, sparking Jillian’s own hunger. When he skimmed his palms up her sides, she tensed with expectation. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, and the breath fluttered from her lips.
To her dismay, he stopped and tore his mouth from hers. “Do you want me to stop?”
She could barely think, let alone form words. After returning his hands to her aching breasts, she pulled him into another kiss.
Rafe seemed to sense when her knees were about to buckle. With his lips fused to hers, he backed her toward the sofa and drew her down. It was too short for them to stretch out fully, and Jillian ended up on his lap.
He lifted the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt up over her bra, unfastened the front clasp, and pushed it aside. Cool air washed over her hot skin. She shivered.
His molten gaze slid over her. “You have beautiful breasts.”
“I’ve always wished they were bigger.”
“They’re perfect, with the prettiest pink nipples.” With his finger, he traced one areola. “Tight, like rosebuds.”
Oh, the pleasure. Suddenly damp between her legs, Jillian let her head fell back and thrust out her chest, silently offering herself.
With a masculine growl of desire, Rafe lowered his head and pleasured her with his mouth.
Sheer bliss. Longing for more, she shifted restlessly in his lap.
“Easy,” he cautioned, grasping her hips and holding her still.
Dazed, she blinked at him. The man looked as if he was in pain. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not exactly.” His lips quirked. “This feels more like torture.”
Hot hands skated down her stomach. The button on her jeans had always been slightly bigger than the buttonhole, and difficult to unfasten.
Would he have trouble with it? Jillian caught her breath. But no, he deftly worked it open, like the experienced man, the stud he was.
Her guarded heart, open and tender, contracted in alarm, all but destroying her desperate need for him. “Don’t, Rafe.”
He went still. “Okay.” In short order, he zipped up her jeans, tugged her shirt down, and set her on the cushion beside him. “Maybe we should talk.”
*
Rafe desired Jillian more than he could ever remember wanting a woman. And she was just as hot for him,
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