she
silently begged him to enter her.
Then his whole hand cupped her, warming her cunt, two fingers sliding deep.
Liquid gushed from inside her to coat the thick digits and seep beyond to soak his
hand. “Katelyn,” he said, the word sounding like he’d dragged it from deep inside his
chest. “You’re so damn wet. Do you know how much I want to taste you?”
Her heart pounded, her throat closing against a sudden rush of emotion. In all the
years of her marriage, her husband’s voice had never held that note of anguished
desire— for her . A sob escaped, and he murmured against her hair, the hand cuddling
her breast released it, pulling out of her shirt. Gently, he turned her face upward.
Her cheeks flushed hot and her eyelids dipped. She felt drugged, surrounded,
overwhelmed. Her heart beat in her ears to join the sound of her shallow breaths and
the wet, succulent sounds below as he drew lush excitement from her body. Her
channel convulsed as the moment built, pulsing, clenching around his fingers.
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He twisted and stroked, deeper and deeper—three fingers filling her now.
Then a rising blackness overcame her. Her whole world exploded in sliding
caresses and the pumping of her hips. She cried out, unable to hold the sound inside.
“That’s it, baby. God! You’re so beautiful.”
When she opened her eyes, his were closed tight, his nostrils flaring. She felt the
ridge of his cock grinding into her bottom, and she knew pleasuring her had caused
him pain. “Daniel?”
He opened his eyes and shook his head, drawing his hand from her panties. He
turned her in his arms and held her, pressing her face to his shoulder. “Give me a
minute,” he said, his voice gruff.
“Why?” She was ready. If he asked her to lie with him now, she would. She wanted
more of his kisses. Wanted his cock to fill the empty space inside.
“Because this was for you—and I moved too damn fast.”
She grew still in his arms, barely breathing. “I don’t understand.” Part of her was
elated that a strong, younger man wanted her so badly. Another part, not so ready and
just plain scared, cried inside, “No, no, no!” She didn’t want him thinking this meant
any more than it was—sweaty, consensual sex.
He hugged her close one more time and then set her away, his gaze sliding from the
shorts riding low on her hips. He drew in a deep breath. “I’d like to start next on the
floorboards of the porch. Tomorrow,” he said quickly, like he expected her to object and
he wasn’t going to give her the chance.
While deep inside she felt a wail of denial rising in her throat, Katelyn relaxed. He’d
given them both a reprieve—and her time to think about where she was willing to let
this lead, without pressure or desire clouding her mind.
He stepped toward the front door, keeping his back to her. “You have several
boards loose. A few might have to be replaced.” He glanced over his shoulder, a
question in his gaze.
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Katelyn nodded. She knew he was right—about the boards and about needing time.
For such a young man, Daniel Bodine was pretty smart when it came to knowing how
far he could push a woman.
She didn’t think she could take having him underfoot for long without doing
something that might embarrass them both. “I’m not sure when I can afford more
work…”
“It won’t cost much, and it shouldn’t take me long. How about I come by tomorrow
morning and get started?”
He was so insistent she thought he must really need the job—or maybe he really did
want to come back just to see her. Her heart melted a little. She lifted her chin. “All
right, I’ll see you then.”
He walked out onto the porch and quickly loaded his tools, and then headed to his
truck.
She didn’t relax until his long, powerful legs disappeared into the cab. He gave her
a short wave, and she was startled to realize he knew she’d been watching him