his mouth. His lips looked soft. I wondered how they felt, how they tasted. For goodness sake, Kate, snap out of it .
“I haven’t seen it,” I said.
“I could take you if you like?”
I noticed his fingers still held my wrist. I should say no. Mrs. Wicker would open up the Great Hall for me soon, and I needed to make an early start if I was going to finish the restoration by the weekend.
He noticed my hesitation, and his fingers traced a line along the inside of my arm.
“It’s not far,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. “But I understand if you are too busy.”
He dropped my wrist, but I could still feel the warmth his fingers left on me. I looked at my watch. I still had twenty minutes. Perhaps I could see the chapel and get back to start work in time.
“I’ve only got twenty minutes.”
He smiled, which set off tingles in my stomach. “Well, that will have to do, I suppose.”
He offered me his arm. I was surprised by the old-fashioned gesture, but linked my arm through his as we set off along the drive. As we walked, I was conscious of the warmth of his skin, the taut muscles in his arm. Just being this close to him sent my imagination into overdrive.
Halfway along the gravel driveway, he veered off and led me along a footpath I hadn’t noticed before. As we walked further along the path, the trees grew more numerous, blocking us from sight of the main house. The thick vegetation muffled the sound of the ocean. As birds chirped happily above us, I thought no one can see us. He could do anything he wanted to me, and no one could see. That thought didn’t scare me, but it did set my heart racing.
He could throw me down on the ground right now and slide his hands up my shirt, strip off my jeans and…
“Are you okay?”
I jumped and looked up to see him staring at me. That dark, hungry look was back in his eyes. I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
If only I was brave enough to slip my hand up his t-shirt and feel that muscular chest… But I wasn’t. I wrenched my gaze away and stared down at the ground, scared he might be able to read the desire in my expression.
He stopped walking and turned to face me. After putting a finger under my chin, he tilted my head up. The look in his eyes turned my insides into liquid desire. I trembled.
“There are other ways we could fill twenty minutes,” he said, his voice husky, and stepped closer to me.
“Oh?” What else could I say?
He smiled and moved even closer, until my chest was touching his. I realised with a jolt of embarrassment that my nipples were hard and pushed up against his chest. My mind filled with naughty things I wanted him to do to me. I might not have been able to verbalise what I wanted him to do, but my body was making the message loud and clear.
He reached up a hand and trailed his finger along my lower lip. I wanted to kiss it and suck it. But how could I do that without seeming like a brazen hussy?
“Lie down,” he whispered.
Lie down? Did he really just say that? I stared down at the flattened grass beneath my feet. Broken twigs scattered along the path. Surely he wasn’t serious? We couldn’t do it here. Anyone might stumble on us in the middle of … I let out a low breath as another image of us entwined on the floor filled my mind. Maybe this path didn’t get used much. And if he was feeling as hot as me, it wouldn’t take long.
His hand gently cupped my elbow, and he guided me a few steps to the right to a mossy area. It looked more comfortable, but if anyone walked along the path we would still be seen.
“What if someone sees us?” I said. My voice sounded strange, all breathless and husky.
He smiled slowly. “That adds to the excitement.”
Oh my God. His words sent shivers of desire spiking through my body, and I felt a warm wetness tingle between my thighs.
I sat down on the moss, as he stood in front of me and pulled of his t-shirt. I’d been right. His body was beautiful, smooth, tanned skin over
“I haven’t seen it,” I said.
“I could take you if you like?”
I noticed his fingers still held my wrist. I should say no. Mrs. Wicker would open up the Great Hall for me soon, and I needed to make an early start if I was going to finish the restoration by the weekend.
He noticed my hesitation, and his fingers traced a line along the inside of my arm.
“It’s not far,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. “But I understand if you are too busy.”
He dropped my wrist, but I could still feel the warmth his fingers left on me. I looked at my watch. I still had twenty minutes. Perhaps I could see the chapel and get back to start work in time.
“I’ve only got twenty minutes.”
He smiled, which set off tingles in my stomach. “Well, that will have to do, I suppose.”
He offered me his arm. I was surprised by the old-fashioned gesture, but linked my arm through his as we set off along the drive. As we walked, I was conscious of the warmth of his skin, the taut muscles in his arm. Just being this close to him sent my imagination into overdrive.
Halfway along the gravel driveway, he veered off and led me along a footpath I hadn’t noticed before. As we walked further along the path, the trees grew more numerous, blocking us from sight of the main house. The thick vegetation muffled the sound of the ocean. As birds chirped happily above us, I thought no one can see us. He could do anything he wanted to me, and no one could see. That thought didn’t scare me, but it did set my heart racing.
He could throw me down on the ground right now and slide his hands up my shirt, strip off my jeans and…
“Are you okay?”
I jumped and looked up to see him staring at me. That dark, hungry look was back in his eyes. I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
If only I was brave enough to slip my hand up his t-shirt and feel that muscular chest… But I wasn’t. I wrenched my gaze away and stared down at the ground, scared he might be able to read the desire in my expression.
He stopped walking and turned to face me. After putting a finger under my chin, he tilted my head up. The look in his eyes turned my insides into liquid desire. I trembled.
“There are other ways we could fill twenty minutes,” he said, his voice husky, and stepped closer to me.
“Oh?” What else could I say?
He smiled and moved even closer, until my chest was touching his. I realised with a jolt of embarrassment that my nipples were hard and pushed up against his chest. My mind filled with naughty things I wanted him to do to me. I might not have been able to verbalise what I wanted him to do, but my body was making the message loud and clear.
He reached up a hand and trailed his finger along my lower lip. I wanted to kiss it and suck it. But how could I do that without seeming like a brazen hussy?
“Lie down,” he whispered.
Lie down? Did he really just say that? I stared down at the flattened grass beneath my feet. Broken twigs scattered along the path. Surely he wasn’t serious? We couldn’t do it here. Anyone might stumble on us in the middle of … I let out a low breath as another image of us entwined on the floor filled my mind. Maybe this path didn’t get used much. And if he was feeling as hot as me, it wouldn’t take long.
His hand gently cupped my elbow, and he guided me a few steps to the right to a mossy area. It looked more comfortable, but if anyone walked along the path we would still be seen.
“What if someone sees us?” I said. My voice sounded strange, all breathless and husky.
He smiled slowly. “That adds to the excitement.”
Oh my God. His words sent shivers of desire spiking through my body, and I felt a warm wetness tingle between my thighs.
I sat down on the moss, as he stood in front of me and pulled of his t-shirt. I’d been right. His body was beautiful, smooth, tanned skin over
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