duty. But this felt different than any of those. Even holding her felt right. But he wanted to do more than that.
Catherine looked up at him, her wide green eyes meeting his. She looked surprised, but not like she was frightened. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was taking advantage of her.
“You really...you really want me?” she asked, her voice low.
“More than anything,” he said, resisting the urge to kiss her.
“Not just the money?”
“If money was what I wanted, I wouldn’t have risked your family’s security system to be here,” he said honestly.
“Then kiss me,” she whispered. “I’ve been dying for you to kiss me since you walked into that room today.”
He dipped his head quickly, pressing his lips to hers. He’d made a plan to let her lead, not to push. Her lips parted for him sweetly and he discovered that he loved the taste of her. He nipped at her lower lip and her hands tightened on his upper arms as she gave a startled cry of pleasure.
Scott cupped the back of her neck with one hand, pulling her hair down from its neat arrangement with the other so that he could bury his fingers in all that wild red gold. Her hands moved to rest on his chest and slowly, almost shyly, she reached for the hem of his tee shirt.
He shrugged the shirt off and she looked at him. “Boot camp?” she asked with a smile as she traced her fingertip down the center of his chest and over his tight stomach.
He shrugged. “It helped, but farm work probably did more.”
“I’ve got to get on a farm,” she said.
He pulled back and looked at her. The silk dress was clinging to her like a second skin.
“I’d love to have you out there,” he said, skimming his hands down her sides until he rested them on her hips. “But I don’t see how you could improve on this. You’re sexy as hell, darlin’.”
She grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Only one place I’m looking to go.” He could hear his accent deepening again, and he kissed her to stop her from commenting on it.
She didn’t seem to mind. He held back a groan as her soft palms swept over his chest and down, her fingers dipping just under the waistband of his jeans. He picked her up and then sat down in the swing, pulling her dress up slightly so that she could straddle him. Then, with a move so quick it left her gasping, he’d tugged the silk over her head and tossed it to the gazebo floor.
Catherine automatically crossed her arms over herself, but he gently tugged them away. She was beautiful. The swell of her breasts against the cups of her lace bra, the curve of her hips, the softness of her pale skin. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, but that wouldn’t be possible out here. He settled for leaning forward and trailing his tongue along the edge of her bra.
“Oh,” she whispered as he teased her, sucking her nipples through the fabric, offering no direct stimulation. “Oh, Scott, that feels so good.”
He flicked the bra clasp open and it joined the crumpled dress. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her aching nipples. She arched into his touch, offering more of her body. He took the invitation, sliding his hands down to her panties. They were lace too and they matched the bra. He tried to find a way to get them off of her without her getting up.
“Just rip them,” she panted as his tongue swirled around her nipple. “God, I need your hands on me!”
Fine with him. He did as she’d said and then he cupped her pussy. She was already wet and he slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping them slowly and then moving faster. Catherine began to move her hips, riding his fingers desperately. So it had probably been as long for her as it had for him.
Scott rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit and she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, right there, right there...”
He could tell that she was getting close and he wanted to
Catherine looked up at him, her wide green eyes meeting his. She looked surprised, but not like she was frightened. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was taking advantage of her.
“You really...you really want me?” she asked, her voice low.
“More than anything,” he said, resisting the urge to kiss her.
“Not just the money?”
“If money was what I wanted, I wouldn’t have risked your family’s security system to be here,” he said honestly.
“Then kiss me,” she whispered. “I’ve been dying for you to kiss me since you walked into that room today.”
He dipped his head quickly, pressing his lips to hers. He’d made a plan to let her lead, not to push. Her lips parted for him sweetly and he discovered that he loved the taste of her. He nipped at her lower lip and her hands tightened on his upper arms as she gave a startled cry of pleasure.
Scott cupped the back of her neck with one hand, pulling her hair down from its neat arrangement with the other so that he could bury his fingers in all that wild red gold. Her hands moved to rest on his chest and slowly, almost shyly, she reached for the hem of his tee shirt.
He shrugged the shirt off and she looked at him. “Boot camp?” she asked with a smile as she traced her fingertip down the center of his chest and over his tight stomach.
He shrugged. “It helped, but farm work probably did more.”
“I’ve got to get on a farm,” she said.
He pulled back and looked at her. The silk dress was clinging to her like a second skin.
“I’d love to have you out there,” he said, skimming his hands down her sides until he rested them on her hips. “But I don’t see how you could improve on this. You’re sexy as hell, darlin’.”
She grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Only one place I’m looking to go.” He could hear his accent deepening again, and he kissed her to stop her from commenting on it.
She didn’t seem to mind. He held back a groan as her soft palms swept over his chest and down, her fingers dipping just under the waistband of his jeans. He picked her up and then sat down in the swing, pulling her dress up slightly so that she could straddle him. Then, with a move so quick it left her gasping, he’d tugged the silk over her head and tossed it to the gazebo floor.
Catherine automatically crossed her arms over herself, but he gently tugged them away. She was beautiful. The swell of her breasts against the cups of her lace bra, the curve of her hips, the softness of her pale skin. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, but that wouldn’t be possible out here. He settled for leaning forward and trailing his tongue along the edge of her bra.
“Oh,” she whispered as he teased her, sucking her nipples through the fabric, offering no direct stimulation. “Oh, Scott, that feels so good.”
He flicked the bra clasp open and it joined the crumpled dress. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her aching nipples. She arched into his touch, offering more of her body. He took the invitation, sliding his hands down to her panties. They were lace too and they matched the bra. He tried to find a way to get them off of her without her getting up.
“Just rip them,” she panted as his tongue swirled around her nipple. “God, I need your hands on me!”
Fine with him. He did as she’d said and then he cupped her pussy. She was already wet and he slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping them slowly and then moving faster. Catherine began to move her hips, riding his fingers desperately. So it had probably been as long for her as it had for him.
Scott rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit and she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, right there, right there...”
He could tell that she was getting close and he wanted to
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