and it made her feel special to make him laugh. “You sound so relaxed right now, ” she mentioned with a smile of contentment.
“Am I not normally relaxed?” he asked, leaning towards her with his arm behind her on the bale of hay.
She shook her head. “No. You’re always very serious, generally wrapped up in something very complicated.” She reached out and touched his forehead. “And you have a worry line right here,” she said, her finger touching the line between his dark, tough looking eyebrows. “It ’ s very intimidating.”
“But you aren’t intimidated by me, are you ?” he asked and took her hand in his.
She didn’t even realize that he was making patterns on her palm. “Yes, you’re very terrifying.”
He scoffed. “You don’t act like you’re terrified of me, unless I’m trying to make love to you.”
She rolled her eyes and shifted on the hay bale uncomfortably. “ W hich is all the time as of today . ”
“Do you blame me?” he joked.
She smiled and pulled her eyes away from his, not wanting to get pulled into that sensuous heat. She’d been there once already today, twice if she counted her dream and it was hard to pull out of that kind of intensity . “Well, I don’t blame myself.”
“If you’d wear somethi ng other than a shirt that is too small for you, and one that draws my eyes to that black lace bra you’re wearing, by the way, then I wouldn’t always be trying to make love to you.”
Her free hand reached up and covered the gap in her shirt and she tried to pull her hand away. “You’re a really horrible man,” she laughed.
He tugged her hand which caused her to land exactly where he wanted her, in his lap with her hands holding onto his shoulders. “I’m just a man. You can’t blame me for falling victim to your allure.”
She thought that she might be in trouble in this position, but it just felt too good for her to move. The alarm bells were ringing, but because of the laughter they’d been sharing for the past hour or so, she was too relaxed in his company to take him seriously.
“I think I’ve been wrong to be afraid of you,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes. “You’re just a pussy cat, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he agreed. “I’m completely uncomplicated and non-threatening.”
She threw back her head and laughed at his blatant lie. “I think you’re actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing, trying to lure me into a false sense of security,” she said.
His hand slid up her waist and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re correct.”
She knew she was in trouble, but it just felt too good to be in his arms. It was the first time she hadn’t felt threatened by his nearness. His touch was hot, but not uncomfortable.
“I’m going to kiss you, Rachel,” he said, his voice huskier, deeper somehow.
Her eyes dropped to his mouth. She tried to form the words that would ask him not to do that, but they wouldn’t come out. She shouldn’t want this, should be pushing him away, getting off of his lap and running as far away as she could from this man.
Instead, her lips opened slightly, her tongue darted out to wet her lips in anticipation, and her eyes looked into his, her body already turning towards him.
When his lips touched hers, she gasped at the heat, the electric shock. She’d never felt anything like this and she s hivered, her fingers curling up and diving into his hair while he kissed her. She sighed slightly and kissed him back, unable to resist him when he was acting like this. She melted in his arms, feeling her shyness slip away. That irritation she normally felt when in a man’s arms wasn’t there either so it was a nice feeling to actually want a man to embrace her. Why was it that the only person who stirred her interest like this was the one man who was so completely wrong for her?
He leaned over, pulling her with him so that she
“Am I not normally relaxed?” he asked, leaning towards her with his arm behind her on the bale of hay.
She shook her head. “No. You’re always very serious, generally wrapped up in something very complicated.” She reached out and touched his forehead. “And you have a worry line right here,” she said, her finger touching the line between his dark, tough looking eyebrows. “It ’ s very intimidating.”
“But you aren’t intimidated by me, are you ?” he asked and took her hand in his.
She didn’t even realize that he was making patterns on her palm. “Yes, you’re very terrifying.”
He scoffed. “You don’t act like you’re terrified of me, unless I’m trying to make love to you.”
She rolled her eyes and shifted on the hay bale uncomfortably. “ W hich is all the time as of today . ”
“Do you blame me?” he joked.
She smiled and pulled her eyes away from his, not wanting to get pulled into that sensuous heat. She’d been there once already today, twice if she counted her dream and it was hard to pull out of that kind of intensity . “Well, I don’t blame myself.”
“If you’d wear somethi ng other than a shirt that is too small for you, and one that draws my eyes to that black lace bra you’re wearing, by the way, then I wouldn’t always be trying to make love to you.”
Her free hand reached up and covered the gap in her shirt and she tried to pull her hand away. “You’re a really horrible man,” she laughed.
He tugged her hand which caused her to land exactly where he wanted her, in his lap with her hands holding onto his shoulders. “I’m just a man. You can’t blame me for falling victim to your allure.”
She thought that she might be in trouble in this position, but it just felt too good for her to move. The alarm bells were ringing, but because of the laughter they’d been sharing for the past hour or so, she was too relaxed in his company to take him seriously.
“I think I’ve been wrong to be afraid of you,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes. “You’re just a pussy cat, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he agreed. “I’m completely uncomplicated and non-threatening.”
She threw back her head and laughed at his blatant lie. “I think you’re actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing, trying to lure me into a false sense of security,” she said.
His hand slid up her waist and he raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re correct.”
She knew she was in trouble, but it just felt too good to be in his arms. It was the first time she hadn’t felt threatened by his nearness. His touch was hot, but not uncomfortable.
“I’m going to kiss you, Rachel,” he said, his voice huskier, deeper somehow.
Her eyes dropped to his mouth. She tried to form the words that would ask him not to do that, but they wouldn’t come out. She shouldn’t want this, should be pushing him away, getting off of his lap and running as far away as she could from this man.
Instead, her lips opened slightly, her tongue darted out to wet her lips in anticipation, and her eyes looked into his, her body already turning towards him.
When his lips touched hers, she gasped at the heat, the electric shock. She’d never felt anything like this and she s hivered, her fingers curling up and diving into his hair while he kissed her. She sighed slightly and kissed him back, unable to resist him when he was acting like this. She melted in his arms, feeling her shyness slip away. That irritation she normally felt when in a man’s arms wasn’t there either so it was a nice feeling to actually want a man to embrace her. Why was it that the only person who stirred her interest like this was the one man who was so completely wrong for her?
He leaned over, pulling her with him so that she
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