hi myself.”
“She’s fine. Glad you’re safe. She says to come home when
you can.”
“Oh. Sure.”
“You are safe and warm and sound here. So eat your
breakfast.” He squeezed her shoulder with one of his expressive hands and
turned on his heel to let her admire his tush as he plated her eggs and bacon,
then left her.
Chapter Six
Food was one thing. But what she really wanted this morning
to satisfy her appetite was Harry. He was more than interested in her,
impatient to have her. And I am done with fretting about taking on one more
brother.
Swallowing the last of her coffee, she wiped her mouth with
her napkin and headed toward the kitchen door.
As she put her hand to the knob, she stopped. Practical
measures demanded she be smart. If she went out to the barn and managed to tell
Harry with her unsubtle clues that she wanted him, she needed to be prepared.
Turning around, she went back to the beautiful bathroom, pulled open the drawer
where Jed had extracted all his condoms last night and grabbed one. On second
thought, acknowledging her voracious appetite, she turned back and pocketed
another condom.
She might be horny and she might have the opportunity to
make love like a sex kitten to the second man in as many days, but she was not
on the Pill. And results of unplanned encounters with irresistible men were not
on her agenda.
She took the causeway to the barn at a jog. The weather had
turned colder and her cotton shirt was too thin to be any comfort. But if she
read Harry’s eyes correctly, she wouldn’t have to worry about heat. He’d give
it to her.
She charged through the big door and shut it with a clang.
Then she called to him.
“Back here,” his rasping bass voice boomed at her. He
stepped around a wall lined with all kinds of tools and she noted how dynamite
he looked.
He’d rolled up his shirt past his elbows and his jeans bore
a streak of oil they hadn’t in the kitchen. His hands were dirty too. His big,
talented hands.
No need to bargain or debate with herself or him.
I just want you, Harry.
She stopped right in front of him and he, sweet man, hadn’t
moved an inch since he’d rounded the corner. Every part of him—eyes, mouth,
body—seemed to be absorbing her.
In need and desperate desire, she gazed at him.
“Cara, darlin’,” he whispered as he threw down his oily rag
and swaggered toward her with a measured pace. “I’m glad you came. Want to
talk?”
She shook her head.
“Want to know about your truck?”
Another shake. A smile. She flowed toward him.
He held up his hands for her to see the palms, “I’m dirty.”
If her breasts weren’t screaming to be out and in his hands,
if her pussy weren’t pulsing in mad anticipation, she might have laughed.
Instead, she took the two steps forward to leave only enough room for him to
deny her and turn away. “I want to get dirty.”
His dimple deepened. “You came to the right man. But the way
I want to touch you means we’ll have to wait.”
“How long?” she demanded, one finger trailing down the
center of his warm, muscular chest.
He groaned, looking at the ceiling. “A minute. Just one. I
need to wash my hands.”
“Hurry,” she insisted and watched him take two strides to a
sink where he scrubbed himself so diligently she thought he’d remove his skin.
He yanked at a paper towel from the rack, swiped once and threw it in the
nearby trash can.
He was back suddenly, hauling himself right up against her,
one arm around her waist and his cock straining against her pubic bone.
He sank his damp fingers into her hair and held her still.
His lips came down on hers in a fierce assault that made her knees give out. He
caught her up and frog-marched her around the wall, then up against it. He
nipped her lower lip. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth on my breasts.”
Quick as lightning, he leaned back, put two hands in the
neck of her shirt and tore the thing in two. “You’ve got such pretty
“She’s fine. Glad you’re safe. She says to come home when
you can.”
“Oh. Sure.”
“You are safe and warm and sound here. So eat your
breakfast.” He squeezed her shoulder with one of his expressive hands and
turned on his heel to let her admire his tush as he plated her eggs and bacon,
then left her.
Chapter Six
Food was one thing. But what she really wanted this morning
to satisfy her appetite was Harry. He was more than interested in her,
impatient to have her. And I am done with fretting about taking on one more
brother.
Swallowing the last of her coffee, she wiped her mouth with
her napkin and headed toward the kitchen door.
As she put her hand to the knob, she stopped. Practical
measures demanded she be smart. If she went out to the barn and managed to tell
Harry with her unsubtle clues that she wanted him, she needed to be prepared.
Turning around, she went back to the beautiful bathroom, pulled open the drawer
where Jed had extracted all his condoms last night and grabbed one. On second
thought, acknowledging her voracious appetite, she turned back and pocketed
another condom.
She might be horny and she might have the opportunity to
make love like a sex kitten to the second man in as many days, but she was not
on the Pill. And results of unplanned encounters with irresistible men were not
on her agenda.
She took the causeway to the barn at a jog. The weather had
turned colder and her cotton shirt was too thin to be any comfort. But if she
read Harry’s eyes correctly, she wouldn’t have to worry about heat. He’d give
it to her.
She charged through the big door and shut it with a clang.
Then she called to him.
“Back here,” his rasping bass voice boomed at her. He
stepped around a wall lined with all kinds of tools and she noted how dynamite
he looked.
He’d rolled up his shirt past his elbows and his jeans bore
a streak of oil they hadn’t in the kitchen. His hands were dirty too. His big,
talented hands.
No need to bargain or debate with herself or him.
I just want you, Harry.
She stopped right in front of him and he, sweet man, hadn’t
moved an inch since he’d rounded the corner. Every part of him—eyes, mouth,
body—seemed to be absorbing her.
In need and desperate desire, she gazed at him.
“Cara, darlin’,” he whispered as he threw down his oily rag
and swaggered toward her with a measured pace. “I’m glad you came. Want to
talk?”
She shook her head.
“Want to know about your truck?”
Another shake. A smile. She flowed toward him.
He held up his hands for her to see the palms, “I’m dirty.”
If her breasts weren’t screaming to be out and in his hands,
if her pussy weren’t pulsing in mad anticipation, she might have laughed.
Instead, she took the two steps forward to leave only enough room for him to
deny her and turn away. “I want to get dirty.”
His dimple deepened. “You came to the right man. But the way
I want to touch you means we’ll have to wait.”
“How long?” she demanded, one finger trailing down the
center of his warm, muscular chest.
He groaned, looking at the ceiling. “A minute. Just one. I
need to wash my hands.”
“Hurry,” she insisted and watched him take two strides to a
sink where he scrubbed himself so diligently she thought he’d remove his skin.
He yanked at a paper towel from the rack, swiped once and threw it in the
nearby trash can.
He was back suddenly, hauling himself right up against her,
one arm around her waist and his cock straining against her pubic bone.
He sank his damp fingers into her hair and held her still.
His lips came down on hers in a fierce assault that made her knees give out. He
caught her up and frog-marched her around the wall, then up against it. He
nipped her lower lip. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth on my breasts.”
Quick as lightning, he leaned back, put two hands in the
neck of her shirt and tore the thing in two. “You’ve got such pretty
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