mouth, letting his tongue coax hers with velvet light touches.
“No.” Reaching into her handbag, she searched for her keys.
His tongue melted her resolve, stroking her nerves into a hypersensitive craze she didn’t want to deny. Then her fingers brushed against cool, hard metal and her keys jangled in protest. She gripped them like a lifeline and placed her free hand on his hard chest to break the kiss. His lips glistened in the moonlight and his arm moved around her waist to hold her tight.
“Jesse,” she pleaded, “I can’t do this. Not again.”
He peered down at her and she forced herself to remain strong. Raising her chin, she stared into those deep brown eyes. She couldn’t do this again. She just couldn’t. He let out a deep breath and focused his gaze over her shoulder. Without a word he placed a kiss on her forehead, dropped his grip on her body and slinked away.
Each step he took toward the house hit her chest like a physical blow. He had always found it easy to walk away from her, to leave her staring longingly at his back, hoping he would change his mind and turn around. She frowned and breathed deep through the pain, determined not to let her stinging eyes shed a single tear. With the keys clenched tight in her fist, she hit the button to release the lock and climbed into her car. Leaving was her only option. She needed to stay away from Jesse Hackett. No matter how much her body yearned for the complete opposite.
Chapter 4
Jesse was tired. His muscles ached from helping his father fix the boundary fences for the last four hours and his cock was a constant agonising pulse that drove him to the brink of insanity. The memory of Erin convulsing around his fingers had planted itself in his mind and he hadn’t slept a wink. He’d spent the night gripping the end of his cock, determined not to jerk off, determined not to let the memory of the sweet smell of her juices get the better of him.
He paused while his hands gripped the metal post he’d planted and watched a car pull into his parents’ property. A dust trail billowed behind as it drove along the dirt driveway toward Jesse and his father.
She was here.
Removing his hat, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his shirt. When the car stopped a few metres from where they worked, he held his breath and listened while his heart increased to a rapid beat.
Karen wound down the driver’s side window and poked her head out. “Hey, Jesse. Hey, Mr Hackett.”
He gave a jerk of his head in greeting, his attention firmly on the passenger in the front. Erin didn’t look his way, she kept her eyes trained on the house.
“Long time, no see, Karen,” his father greeted from beside him. “You got everything ready for those vultures my wife likes to call family?”
Karen laughed and beamed a bright smile. She was an attractive woman with the same dark hair and light eyes as Erin, yet she held no appeal to him at all.
“We sure do. I look forward to sharing a drink with you later, Mr H.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” his father chuckled. “Would you mind taking Jesse back to the house for me?”
“Not a problem,” Karen answered with enthusiasm and Erin shook her head. So, she didn’t want to be close to him. He already had plans to rectify that, if only for one more night. He just didn’t want to approach her while drenched in sweat and dirt.
Jesse frowned at his father. “We’re not finished yet.”
His father gave a knowing glance. “I’m calling it quits as soon as this post is in. After that I expect to have a nice long shower. If you plan on getting ready before the guests arrive I suggest you go back now.”
“But–”
“Go,” his father murmured. “Spend time with your friends.”
His mother had been meddling again. He could tell from the way his father tried to convince him with the plea of his eyes.
“Fine.” Jesse yanked off his gloves and threw them on top of the toolbox. “I’ll see