brushing her knuckles, but hesitated. She chilled for the first time since he’d met her. The woman was constantly charged. Her brisk pace from sunrise to sunset had to be exhausting. He rarely saw her at night. A couple of evenings she had left dressed in formal garb. Thankfully he didn’t see banker-boy in attendance.
He admired her dedication to the animals she rescued and the people who worked with her. His mum led a score of volunteers for a hospital near Worcester, and they had not always been dependable. Yet, Pippa had her sparse staff returning day after day. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”
She covered a yawn. “What is?”
“Resting and not worrying or feeling the nip of obligations.” He touched her hand, in hope she wouldn’t pull away.
“I’ve always obligations and worries, but it is nice to simply lie under the sun on a lazy fall day.” She kept her hand resting in his. Trust was building between them and he hated like hell to do anything to disrupt that feeling, but he would begin to poke around trying to find Harry.
Several minutes passed, her eyes were closed and he wanted to shut his, but his mind kept wrapping around the fact he could be going crazy. Or he was being haunted. Why was the tall blonde chick constantly around him? Why had she agreed to stay at the ranch, when she’d kept in his pocket since he’d met her? The most disturbing thought, why couldn’t others see her?
“Umm. Sun and no saddle biting into my rear, the only thing better would be to…” He turned to his side. She smiled, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the probable pain he’d feel for several hours or in anticipation of what he planned to say. “Call in my favor.”
Her pink tongue flicked over her lips. “Do you think you can handle it?”
Interpreting her words as an invitation, a second later his body covered hers. His arms cupped her head. Their chests touched. Her nipples poked through his T-shirt. His Johnson edged toward the junction of her thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Stop.”
He raised his hips from hers. “Sorry. I misread—”
“No, don’t stop that, just the adoration.” She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and pulled him.
“Ah.” Relief flooded him and he kissed her, light little nibbles around the edges of her lips. Basil stroked her hair. “I’m so into you.”
“And I’m into you.” One leg wrapped around him, she pressed her hips against his.
Dry humping wouldn’t satisfy him, but he’d accept what was offered. He kissed her, until he coaxed a moan from her. Deep tongue thrusts joined them. He leveled one arm on the ground and molded his other to her breasts. Her hips took on the rhythm of their tongues and her fingers dug into his rear, pressing him closer.
Losing their lip connection, he trailed his mouth along her neck tugging her blouse and then her bra until he reached one of her nipples. She lowered her hips. His fully engorged cock slid between her thighs. She moved her hands to his back, pressing and kneading.
“Feels good.”
****
“Too many clothes.” Excitement flowed through her. She hadn’t experienced this magnitude of love since she saw Deep South for the first time.
She tugged his T-shirt. He rolled to the side, flipped the cotton over his head, and went to work on her vest. She toed off her boots. A half-turn and she gripped his belt buckle. Releasing the slip of leather, she lifted so he could remove her jeans. He dragged the panties off with her jeans. Next went her top. He slid his khakis to his knees. Slow, with the backs of his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts. He sighed while nuzzling her neck. His hot breath sent tingles along her arm.
His lips found hers again, and his index finger found her moist warm place. Her muscles contracted, invited him deeper. Slippery wet, titillating, she heated.
She couldn’t wait longer, she needed him and only him. “Now,” she whispered.
He removed his finger and drove home,
He admired her dedication to the animals she rescued and the people who worked with her. His mum led a score of volunteers for a hospital near Worcester, and they had not always been dependable. Yet, Pippa had her sparse staff returning day after day. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”
She covered a yawn. “What is?”
“Resting and not worrying or feeling the nip of obligations.” He touched her hand, in hope she wouldn’t pull away.
“I’ve always obligations and worries, but it is nice to simply lie under the sun on a lazy fall day.” She kept her hand resting in his. Trust was building between them and he hated like hell to do anything to disrupt that feeling, but he would begin to poke around trying to find Harry.
Several minutes passed, her eyes were closed and he wanted to shut his, but his mind kept wrapping around the fact he could be going crazy. Or he was being haunted. Why was the tall blonde chick constantly around him? Why had she agreed to stay at the ranch, when she’d kept in his pocket since he’d met her? The most disturbing thought, why couldn’t others see her?
“Umm. Sun and no saddle biting into my rear, the only thing better would be to…” He turned to his side. She smiled, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the probable pain he’d feel for several hours or in anticipation of what he planned to say. “Call in my favor.”
Her pink tongue flicked over her lips. “Do you think you can handle it?”
Interpreting her words as an invitation, a second later his body covered hers. His arms cupped her head. Their chests touched. Her nipples poked through his T-shirt. His Johnson edged toward the junction of her thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Stop.”
He raised his hips from hers. “Sorry. I misread—”
“No, don’t stop that, just the adoration.” She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and pulled him.
“Ah.” Relief flooded him and he kissed her, light little nibbles around the edges of her lips. Basil stroked her hair. “I’m so into you.”
“And I’m into you.” One leg wrapped around him, she pressed her hips against his.
Dry humping wouldn’t satisfy him, but he’d accept what was offered. He kissed her, until he coaxed a moan from her. Deep tongue thrusts joined them. He leveled one arm on the ground and molded his other to her breasts. Her hips took on the rhythm of their tongues and her fingers dug into his rear, pressing him closer.
Losing their lip connection, he trailed his mouth along her neck tugging her blouse and then her bra until he reached one of her nipples. She lowered her hips. His fully engorged cock slid between her thighs. She moved her hands to his back, pressing and kneading.
“Feels good.”
****
“Too many clothes.” Excitement flowed through her. She hadn’t experienced this magnitude of love since she saw Deep South for the first time.
She tugged his T-shirt. He rolled to the side, flipped the cotton over his head, and went to work on her vest. She toed off her boots. A half-turn and she gripped his belt buckle. Releasing the slip of leather, she lifted so he could remove her jeans. He dragged the panties off with her jeans. Next went her top. He slid his khakis to his knees. Slow, with the backs of his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts. He sighed while nuzzling her neck. His hot breath sent tingles along her arm.
His lips found hers again, and his index finger found her moist warm place. Her muscles contracted, invited him deeper. Slippery wet, titillating, she heated.
She couldn’t wait longer, she needed him and only him. “Now,” she whispered.
He removed his finger and drove home,
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