quickly jerked her dress out from underneath his thigh.
“Then that’s leading him on, in my opinion.”
“Well, thank God your opinion doesn’t count,” Lily snapped, sliding across the seat toward the door. “And you should know about being cruel.” Lily opened the truck door, sliding down from the seat then turning and slamming the door closed.
Pulling her house key out of her pocket, she went to open the door and then found herself pressed flat against the door. Shade’s body pressed against her, his hand planted against the door, preventing her from moving to put the key in the lock.
“It’s not a smart move, not leaving your porch light on, Lily. You think I’m cruel? How was I being cruel by telling you that you should quit fucking with his head? Don’t you think that every time he goes out with you he’s wondering if this will be the time he actually gets to touch that soft skin of yours.” His mouth lowered next to her ear. “If you’ll let him touch those firm breasts.”
Lily trembled, but while his body kept her pinned to the door, his body didn’t touch hers. It was the heat of his body and the smell of his leather jacket that were attacking her senses, keeping her pinned by fright, while at the same time, her breasts tightened in response to his words.
“I’m a man, and I’m telling you without a doubt that he walks out of his door to go out with you, he is planning on spending the night between your thighs. I’m not the one being cruel; you are.”
Lily moaned, unsure exactly why as Shade took a step back. It took a moment before Lily could gather herself enough to unlock the door and let herself in. When she turned to slam the door in his face, she stopped when he placed his hand on the door.
“I’ll have to teach you how to break that hold.” He turned, leaving without another word.
She still slammed the door, but he was already pulling out of the driveway so it lacked the effect she wanted. It did make her feel better, though.
She locked the door before going up to her room to get ready for bed. In her room, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, making her pause before climbing in bed. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts still felt tight and achy. Her hand went to her forehead, feeling the beginning of a headache.
She opened a door in her mind, thrusting all thoughts of Shade and what she was feeling inside. She couldn’t let herself be attracted to him. Earlier, when she had turned to shut the door, she had seen a look on his face before he could disguise it with his usual inscrutable one. She had no trouble recognizing the darkness in his soul that he kept hidden.
She had no intention of falling for him like the other women that constantly surrounded him. She was going to find her cowboy and bring him back to Treepoint, and they would live happily in this house.
Lily laid down, fantasizing about her imaginary man, trying to drive all thoughts of Shade away. She didn’t realize when she finally managed to fall asleep his was the last image in her mind.
Chapter 8
Lily sat next to Charles in church, holding hands, and she wished she could feel for him the way he felt toward her. It wouldn’t be too long from now that she was going to have to talk to him. She had already told him they had no future and he needed to find someone else, but he had just shook his head, saying he would wait.
Lily smiled sadly to herself. He would wait forever for her if she gave him the least bit of encouragement. She didn’t want that for him, though; it wasn’t fair. He deserved a woman that loved him as much as he loved her. She knew she didn’t have the stomach to be cruel to him like Shade suggested; she resolved that she could make him understand without hurting him.
Lily stood up when it came time to sing, her gaze caught by Rachel as she sat with her nephew and brothers. Holly and Mrs. Langley sat in the same pew. She and Rachel had worked long into the
“Then that’s leading him on, in my opinion.”
“Well, thank God your opinion doesn’t count,” Lily snapped, sliding across the seat toward the door. “And you should know about being cruel.” Lily opened the truck door, sliding down from the seat then turning and slamming the door closed.
Pulling her house key out of her pocket, she went to open the door and then found herself pressed flat against the door. Shade’s body pressed against her, his hand planted against the door, preventing her from moving to put the key in the lock.
“It’s not a smart move, not leaving your porch light on, Lily. You think I’m cruel? How was I being cruel by telling you that you should quit fucking with his head? Don’t you think that every time he goes out with you he’s wondering if this will be the time he actually gets to touch that soft skin of yours.” His mouth lowered next to her ear. “If you’ll let him touch those firm breasts.”
Lily trembled, but while his body kept her pinned to the door, his body didn’t touch hers. It was the heat of his body and the smell of his leather jacket that were attacking her senses, keeping her pinned by fright, while at the same time, her breasts tightened in response to his words.
“I’m a man, and I’m telling you without a doubt that he walks out of his door to go out with you, he is planning on spending the night between your thighs. I’m not the one being cruel; you are.”
Lily moaned, unsure exactly why as Shade took a step back. It took a moment before Lily could gather herself enough to unlock the door and let herself in. When she turned to slam the door in his face, she stopped when he placed his hand on the door.
“I’ll have to teach you how to break that hold.” He turned, leaving without another word.
She still slammed the door, but he was already pulling out of the driveway so it lacked the effect she wanted. It did make her feel better, though.
She locked the door before going up to her room to get ready for bed. In her room, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, making her pause before climbing in bed. Her cheeks were flushed and her breasts still felt tight and achy. Her hand went to her forehead, feeling the beginning of a headache.
She opened a door in her mind, thrusting all thoughts of Shade and what she was feeling inside. She couldn’t let herself be attracted to him. Earlier, when she had turned to shut the door, she had seen a look on his face before he could disguise it with his usual inscrutable one. She had no trouble recognizing the darkness in his soul that he kept hidden.
She had no intention of falling for him like the other women that constantly surrounded him. She was going to find her cowboy and bring him back to Treepoint, and they would live happily in this house.
Lily laid down, fantasizing about her imaginary man, trying to drive all thoughts of Shade away. She didn’t realize when she finally managed to fall asleep his was the last image in her mind.
Chapter 8
Lily sat next to Charles in church, holding hands, and she wished she could feel for him the way he felt toward her. It wouldn’t be too long from now that she was going to have to talk to him. She had already told him they had no future and he needed to find someone else, but he had just shook his head, saying he would wait.
Lily smiled sadly to herself. He would wait forever for her if she gave him the least bit of encouragement. She didn’t want that for him, though; it wasn’t fair. He deserved a woman that loved him as much as he loved her. She knew she didn’t have the stomach to be cruel to him like Shade suggested; she resolved that she could make him understand without hurting him.
Lily stood up when it came time to sing, her gaze caught by Rachel as she sat with her nephew and brothers. Holly and Mrs. Langley sat in the same pew. She and Rachel had worked long into the
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