was on her back , leaning down in the soft pile of hay that covered the floor of the loft. H e could look down at her with desire shining brightly in his eyes and her fingers shook slightly, but she didn’t want him to stop. Not yet anyway .
His hand slowly, gently moved her hand off of her shirt, pushing it gently to the side then his own hand moved back to the front of her shirt. His deft hands slowly unbuttoned the front, his eyes watching with heat as her skin was slowly revealed to his gaze.
Rachel was breathing heavily now, her body on fire for his touch but there was also a small warning in the back of her mind. She ignored it, transfixed by the way his fingers would undo a button, then skim along the skin underneath. The autumn air was too warm for a sweatshirt, but as the buttons were released, she realized how cool it actually was. And then his fingers would touch her skin and she would be hot again. With each button, the process reoccurred, the cool air, the heat, cool air, instant heat.
When he reached the button that held the fabric over her breasts, she held her breath, almost afraid of the process but he didn’t stop. His eyes watched in fascination as the button was released and he pushed the material away.
She wasn’t sure what to expect when he finally saw her breasts, but the sharp intake of his breath made her feel sexy and powerful.
Unfortunately, t he raw surge of energy that spiked through her when his hand covered her breast was frightening. Gone was that heavenly desire that made her arms almost limp with the need to have him hold her. It was replaced by that fear that she always felt when a man touched her too intimately. She jumped with the feeling , grabbed his wrist and held him away from her as she looked up at him fearfully . That warning bell in her head was louder now and her eyes looked up into his.
“What’s wrong?” he asked , his whole body stilled when she pulled back .
Rachel didn’t want this feeling to go away. Maybe if she just pushed through the fear, that wonderful feeling would come back. Maybe she could just pretend it wasn’t there and she could continue on.
She shook her head and pulled his hand back down against her breast. “Nothing,” she said. “Kiss me please,” she begged, then reached up to his head and pulled him down, her mouth kissing him and feeling relief when he took charge, increasing the pressure and that bell faded slightly.
But when he shifted his weight, pressing her back and moving his legs between hers, the bell sounded loud and clear. She shook her head, pulled away and Rais immediately stopped, lifting his head.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough. “I have to go,” she gasped, scrambling out from underneath him. She tripped on the bale of hay behind her, righted herself and grabbed the beam overhead to steady herself as she almost ran for the ladder down out of the loft. She was holding her shirt together as she descended, barely able to steady herself on her decent, but knowing that she had to get away.
“Rachel!” he called out when his mind cleared enough to realize that she wasn’t just shifting but running away. Again! This time though, it didn’t look like she was trying to avoid him so much as just terrified. He immediately started to think that perhaps someone had done something to her, something to scare her into hating or being afraid of sex.
He watched with rising fury as she ran out of the stables, her fingers barely holding her shirt together as she sprinted as far away from him as she could get.
Chapter 3
Rachel sighed with relief as she pulled into the parking lot of her downtown office building. She smoothed the tan skirt down over her hips, then pulled the suit’s jacket off the backseat of her vehicle, wanting to look nice for work today. She had a big wedding she was assisting with this coming weekend which would really help her in
His hand slowly, gently moved her hand off of her shirt, pushing it gently to the side then his own hand moved back to the front of her shirt. His deft hands slowly unbuttoned the front, his eyes watching with heat as her skin was slowly revealed to his gaze.
Rachel was breathing heavily now, her body on fire for his touch but there was also a small warning in the back of her mind. She ignored it, transfixed by the way his fingers would undo a button, then skim along the skin underneath. The autumn air was too warm for a sweatshirt, but as the buttons were released, she realized how cool it actually was. And then his fingers would touch her skin and she would be hot again. With each button, the process reoccurred, the cool air, the heat, cool air, instant heat.
When he reached the button that held the fabric over her breasts, she held her breath, almost afraid of the process but he didn’t stop. His eyes watched in fascination as the button was released and he pushed the material away.
She wasn’t sure what to expect when he finally saw her breasts, but the sharp intake of his breath made her feel sexy and powerful.
Unfortunately, t he raw surge of energy that spiked through her when his hand covered her breast was frightening. Gone was that heavenly desire that made her arms almost limp with the need to have him hold her. It was replaced by that fear that she always felt when a man touched her too intimately. She jumped with the feeling , grabbed his wrist and held him away from her as she looked up at him fearfully . That warning bell in her head was louder now and her eyes looked up into his.
“What’s wrong?” he asked , his whole body stilled when she pulled back .
Rachel didn’t want this feeling to go away. Maybe if she just pushed through the fear, that wonderful feeling would come back. Maybe she could just pretend it wasn’t there and she could continue on.
She shook her head and pulled his hand back down against her breast. “Nothing,” she said. “Kiss me please,” she begged, then reached up to his head and pulled him down, her mouth kissing him and feeling relief when he took charge, increasing the pressure and that bell faded slightly.
But when he shifted his weight, pressing her back and moving his legs between hers, the bell sounded loud and clear. She shook her head, pulled away and Rais immediately stopped, lifting his head.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough. “I have to go,” she gasped, scrambling out from underneath him. She tripped on the bale of hay behind her, righted herself and grabbed the beam overhead to steady herself as she almost ran for the ladder down out of the loft. She was holding her shirt together as she descended, barely able to steady herself on her decent, but knowing that she had to get away.
“Rachel!” he called out when his mind cleared enough to realize that she wasn’t just shifting but running away. Again! This time though, it didn’t look like she was trying to avoid him so much as just terrified. He immediately started to think that perhaps someone had done something to her, something to scare her into hating or being afraid of sex.
He watched with rising fury as she ran out of the stables, her fingers barely holding her shirt together as she sprinted as far away from him as she could get.
Chapter 3
Rachel sighed with relief as she pulled into the parking lot of her downtown office building. She smoothed the tan skirt down over her hips, then pulled the suit’s jacket off the backseat of her vehicle, wanting to look nice for work today. She had a big wedding she was assisting with this coming weekend which would really help her in
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