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Authors: Rhonda Lee Carver
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expecting anyone… oh shit ! “It must be Hinshaw coming to take a look at your car.”
There were moments in life when a man would give a limb to reach satisfaction with a woman. His body was on the peak of the tallest mountain ready to soar into the sky. She stepped away, breaking their contact and his iron hard cock popped out of her opening. The cool breeze swept across his shiny, wet dick and his head was purple with lust.
He watched her reach for her shorts, slide them up her long legs and over her bottom. And he was cut off.
He followed suit. Pulling up his jeans and boxers just as the roar of the truck came to a halt on the road above them.
“Tucker?” Hinshaw yelled.
“Do we have to answer him?” Tucker said through tight lips.
A second passed, then disappointment passed over her expression. “Yes.”
“Down here.” Tucker gave Hope one last disenchanted look just as Hinshaw came to the edge of the hill, looking down at them.
“Now, how the hell did you two get down there?” The younger man removed his dirty cap and scratched his forehead.
“Very carefully,” Tucker answered. He turned to Hope, holding out his hand. “Ready?”
She nodded. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were still swollen from his kisses.
Damn, he wasn’t ready. He hoped by the time they reached the road the evidence of his throbbing need would have disappeared.
He returned his hat to his head and lowered it on his forehead.
It was going to be a long day.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hope left the bathroom, went into the bedroom, and a few minutes later she heard the shower come on. Tucker was naked, the spray of water touching all of the places she’d hoped to. She gulped air.
After Hinshaw had left, confirming that it was the radiator and he’d have it fixed the next day, she and Tucker had come back to the cabin. Neither had said a word about what had happened between them. He’d told her in a stiff voice to take the first shower and she could find more clothes in a box in the bedroom.
She looked around the small space and swallowed the lump growing in her throat. Nothing had changed. The beige paint on the walls had faded some, but he hadn’t changed it. She stared at the bed sitting in the middle of the room and it seemed to call her name. Undoing the damp towel she’d wrapped around her body, she let it drop to the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Memories came crashing down. The many times they’d made love here, on this bed, everywhere inside and outside of the cabin. They’d explored each other like they were in a science experiment searching for a cure for their driving need.
They’d never had a problem in that area of their relationship. In fact, she couldn’t imagine another man bringing her to such deep emotion as Tucker could.
Blaise was her lover, but had never brought her the same satisfaction she’d once known in Tucker’s arms.
And if Hinshaw hadn’t shown up and interrupted their lovemaking, she knew she’d be reeling now from a big O.
Her knees quivered.
The struggle of desire raced through Hope. She should get dressed and run up and down the hill, because running always relieved the stress, but somehow she knew she could jog until she dropped and the need would still be buried inside of her. Tucker had placed it there and only he could gratify her. That probably wouldn’t happen now—probably shouldn’t.
There was a struggle of a lifetime going through her body and she had no idea how to solve it.
Her mind and body were on different pages.
She’d be leaving soon. Once the radiator was fixed she’d be on her way, never to see him again. “I can do this,” she whispered. The words seemed to bounce back an echo of sadness.
Her entire body ached, from her tingling nipples to the sensitive place between her inner thighs—everything cried for a cowboy.
It would pass.
Sadly, she knew it wouldn’t. There hadn’t been a day since she’d left Tucker that she hadn’t
There were moments in life when a man would give a limb to reach satisfaction with a woman. His body was on the peak of the tallest mountain ready to soar into the sky. She stepped away, breaking their contact and his iron hard cock popped out of her opening. The cool breeze swept across his shiny, wet dick and his head was purple with lust.
He watched her reach for her shorts, slide them up her long legs and over her bottom. And he was cut off.
He followed suit. Pulling up his jeans and boxers just as the roar of the truck came to a halt on the road above them.
“Tucker?” Hinshaw yelled.
“Do we have to answer him?” Tucker said through tight lips.
A second passed, then disappointment passed over her expression. “Yes.”
“Down here.” Tucker gave Hope one last disenchanted look just as Hinshaw came to the edge of the hill, looking down at them.
“Now, how the hell did you two get down there?” The younger man removed his dirty cap and scratched his forehead.
“Very carefully,” Tucker answered. He turned to Hope, holding out his hand. “Ready?”
She nodded. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were still swollen from his kisses.
Damn, he wasn’t ready. He hoped by the time they reached the road the evidence of his throbbing need would have disappeared.
He returned his hat to his head and lowered it on his forehead.
It was going to be a long day.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hope left the bathroom, went into the bedroom, and a few minutes later she heard the shower come on. Tucker was naked, the spray of water touching all of the places she’d hoped to. She gulped air.
After Hinshaw had left, confirming that it was the radiator and he’d have it fixed the next day, she and Tucker had come back to the cabin. Neither had said a word about what had happened between them. He’d told her in a stiff voice to take the first shower and she could find more clothes in a box in the bedroom.
She looked around the small space and swallowed the lump growing in her throat. Nothing had changed. The beige paint on the walls had faded some, but he hadn’t changed it. She stared at the bed sitting in the middle of the room and it seemed to call her name. Undoing the damp towel she’d wrapped around her body, she let it drop to the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Memories came crashing down. The many times they’d made love here, on this bed, everywhere inside and outside of the cabin. They’d explored each other like they were in a science experiment searching for a cure for their driving need.
They’d never had a problem in that area of their relationship. In fact, she couldn’t imagine another man bringing her to such deep emotion as Tucker could.
Blaise was her lover, but had never brought her the same satisfaction she’d once known in Tucker’s arms.
And if Hinshaw hadn’t shown up and interrupted their lovemaking, she knew she’d be reeling now from a big O.
Her knees quivered.
The struggle of desire raced through Hope. She should get dressed and run up and down the hill, because running always relieved the stress, but somehow she knew she could jog until she dropped and the need would still be buried inside of her. Tucker had placed it there and only he could gratify her. That probably wouldn’t happen now—probably shouldn’t.
There was a struggle of a lifetime going through her body and she had no idea how to solve it.
Her mind and body were on different pages.
She’d be leaving soon. Once the radiator was fixed she’d be on her way, never to see him again. “I can do this,” she whispered. The words seemed to bounce back an echo of sadness.
Her entire body ached, from her tingling nipples to the sensitive place between her inner thighs—everything cried for a cowboy.
It would pass.
Sadly, she knew it wouldn’t. There hadn’t been a day since she’d left Tucker that she hadn’t
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