hide it. And her eyes traveled him and she saw.
He gasped.
She gasped.
"Honey ." He stared at her from a short distance. "For both our sakes, get in the house, please."
"Hank , we're both consenting adults," she barely uttered, her breath making her breast heave against her shirt, the nipple boldly firmed and fought for freedom from her shirt.
That beautiful dark nipple beckoned him to be caressed. He was shocked at her words, shocked at the consent in her voice.
Letty seemed as shocked as he was.
"I didn't know…I didn't mean to…I' m sorry. But I …." She let her eyes drift lower. And then she really did it. "I don't want to go…"
"This isn't the time…nor the place, and it damned sure would be foolish ." His eyes went from her booted heel to the hat she wore to keep the sun out of her eyes. He couldn't hide the desire in his eyes, but there was more to it than that. And yet there couldn't be.
She shook her head, and took a step toward him . "I guess it would…but…"
He stared with disbelief at her willingness, and his heart leapt. About to take her back into his arms, and kiss that sweet yearning nipple that firmed against her chest. How he wanted to taste her. He could spend the entire day just kissing her nipples and watching them pucker for him. And if that was heaven, what would the rest of her be like. His full arousal was aching and announcing itself.
Slowly he reached to pull her closer. She didn't back away. Without provocations she threw her sensuous body provocatively against him. His head dipped and he shivered with wild abandoned as he took the nipple into his mouth, wallowing it against his tongue slowly, then faster, enjoying the jiggle in his mouth. His hand reached to hold the roundness and squeeze it more fully into his mouth. He played with it, nudged it with his nose, and picked her up in his arms so he could kiss her gently.
"You're beautiful…" he murmured at her ear.
"Don't stop kissing me…" she cried. "Oh dear God, Hank, I want you too."
He smiled against the nipple that beckoned his full attention.
He slowly reached around to pull her up firmly against him, fitting her buttocks in his hands and squeezing her against him so she could feel the fullness of his arousal as she moaned with pleasure.
About to rip the shirt away from her completely, the barn door flew open and Caleb walked in.
Hank heard his curse under his breath, as he hurriedly protected Letty from Caleb's prying eyes. In one lithe movement , he nudged her away and she hurriedly fixed her shirt as she moved toward Whitey that had been their only audience. Hank couldn't help but look one last time at the prize that was nearly his.
Caleb cleared his throat and smiled, and Hank knew he hadn't fooled the old man for one moment from the look on his face. But if Caleb was a true gentleman, he wouldn't comment, even if he didn't like it.
"Going for a ride?" Caleb said instead.
"No…I guess I'm not up to it today…" Letty murmured, as she slowly turned around and shot Caleb a slight smile an d headed for the door. "Hank assured me I wasn't ready yet. Would you mind unsaddling him for me…? Managing with one arm isn't exactly fun."
"Sure…"
Then Caleb looked at Hank. Caleb was no fool, Hank quickly realized and to keep from embarrassing himself he turned away and busied himself with a rope hanging on the stall door. He wasn't sure he could fool the old cowboy, but he wasn't about to admit he was seconds from making love to Letty McKay.
"That Letty , she's somethin' isn't she?" Caleb chuckled and turned away.
"Yeah, I don't think a ride is a good idea yet, do you?"
"Nope, I sure don't. Good thing you persuaded her to not do it. Someone would have to go with her, she don't need to be alone with that arm." Caleb chuckled and took the saddle off of Whitey, leading him back to his stall. "Glad you talked her out of that."
Hank thought about what nearly happened and berated himself. He didn't want to take
He gasped.
She gasped.
"Honey ." He stared at her from a short distance. "For both our sakes, get in the house, please."
"Hank , we're both consenting adults," she barely uttered, her breath making her breast heave against her shirt, the nipple boldly firmed and fought for freedom from her shirt.
That beautiful dark nipple beckoned him to be caressed. He was shocked at her words, shocked at the consent in her voice.
Letty seemed as shocked as he was.
"I didn't know…I didn't mean to…I' m sorry. But I …." She let her eyes drift lower. And then she really did it. "I don't want to go…"
"This isn't the time…nor the place, and it damned sure would be foolish ." His eyes went from her booted heel to the hat she wore to keep the sun out of her eyes. He couldn't hide the desire in his eyes, but there was more to it than that. And yet there couldn't be.
She shook her head, and took a step toward him . "I guess it would…but…"
He stared with disbelief at her willingness, and his heart leapt. About to take her back into his arms, and kiss that sweet yearning nipple that firmed against her chest. How he wanted to taste her. He could spend the entire day just kissing her nipples and watching them pucker for him. And if that was heaven, what would the rest of her be like. His full arousal was aching and announcing itself.
Slowly he reached to pull her closer. She didn't back away. Without provocations she threw her sensuous body provocatively against him. His head dipped and he shivered with wild abandoned as he took the nipple into his mouth, wallowing it against his tongue slowly, then faster, enjoying the jiggle in his mouth. His hand reached to hold the roundness and squeeze it more fully into his mouth. He played with it, nudged it with his nose, and picked her up in his arms so he could kiss her gently.
"You're beautiful…" he murmured at her ear.
"Don't stop kissing me…" she cried. "Oh dear God, Hank, I want you too."
He smiled against the nipple that beckoned his full attention.
He slowly reached around to pull her up firmly against him, fitting her buttocks in his hands and squeezing her against him so she could feel the fullness of his arousal as she moaned with pleasure.
About to rip the shirt away from her completely, the barn door flew open and Caleb walked in.
Hank heard his curse under his breath, as he hurriedly protected Letty from Caleb's prying eyes. In one lithe movement , he nudged her away and she hurriedly fixed her shirt as she moved toward Whitey that had been their only audience. Hank couldn't help but look one last time at the prize that was nearly his.
Caleb cleared his throat and smiled, and Hank knew he hadn't fooled the old man for one moment from the look on his face. But if Caleb was a true gentleman, he wouldn't comment, even if he didn't like it.
"Going for a ride?" Caleb said instead.
"No…I guess I'm not up to it today…" Letty murmured, as she slowly turned around and shot Caleb a slight smile an d headed for the door. "Hank assured me I wasn't ready yet. Would you mind unsaddling him for me…? Managing with one arm isn't exactly fun."
"Sure…"
Then Caleb looked at Hank. Caleb was no fool, Hank quickly realized and to keep from embarrassing himself he turned away and busied himself with a rope hanging on the stall door. He wasn't sure he could fool the old cowboy, but he wasn't about to admit he was seconds from making love to Letty McKay.
"That Letty , she's somethin' isn't she?" Caleb chuckled and turned away.
"Yeah, I don't think a ride is a good idea yet, do you?"
"Nope, I sure don't. Good thing you persuaded her to not do it. Someone would have to go with her, she don't need to be alone with that arm." Caleb chuckled and took the saddle off of Whitey, leading him back to his stall. "Glad you talked her out of that."
Hank thought about what nearly happened and berated himself. He didn't want to take
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