Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
That should make me feel better, but why do I still want more from him? I shouldn’t; we just had sex, it’s not like we’re in a relationship or something. “Right, well, thank you for the food. It’s really good, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
He nods. “I feel like I should be honest with you.”
My eyes widen, and I take the last bite of my sandwich. “No, it’s okay. I mean, I understand…”
“Listen.” He blows out a breath. “So most of the time, I would have left and not thought twice about it.”
I scrunch up my nose. Of course, I’m just another notch on his bedpost. I wasn’t getting that kind of vibe from him, but this wouldn’t be the first time I failed to get it right when it comes to a man.
He reaches over and grabs my hand. I want to pull back, but he starts to stroke his thumb across my skin, and I get caught up in it. “This time was different, Madelyn. I didn’t want to get out of this bed, and I didn’t want it to be over.”
My mouth drops as he continues. “So what do you say? Is that okay with you, or were you thinking this is more of a one-time thing?”
I draw my knees up against me. “I was expecting a one-time thing.”
His face hardens, and he stops stroking my hand. “If that’s—”
I interrupt him before he says something I don’t want to hear. “I was expecting a one-time thing, but I mean, that was good, right? I mean, really good. At least for me and well, I think it would be a travesty if we just stopped after one time.”
He smiles at me and tilts his head. “Really good, huh?”
I nod. “Yeah, I mean, I thought so, but what do you think?”
He releases my hand and picks up the tray before moving it over to the nightstand. When he’s done, he turns back and leans toward me. “I was shooting for something more than ‘really good,’ so maybe we need some more practice. There’s no reason we shouldn’t try again.”
Is this the same man that had all the reasons earlier of why this was a bad idea? “I mean, yeah, I’m good with practice. We wouldn’t want to shortchange ourselves or anything, right? Just think of the possibilities. I had two orgasms the first time.”
He gasps. “Two! Is that it? Yeah, I definitely need to step up my game.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me down until I’m lying flat on the bed. He climbs over me, mumbling, “I knew the clothes were a waste of time.”
My hands run across his bare chest and up to his shoulders. “You still have your jeans on.”
He shrugs. “Because I’m not fuckin’ you.”
I loop my arms around his neck. “You’re not?”
He kisses me until I’m breathless. “No, I know you’re sore, and I’ll never take my pleasure over your pain.”
“I’m not that sore.”
He smiles and kisses me again. When he pulls back this time, he starts to kiss down my body. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
“But—” I start, and it’s about that time, he sucks on my nipple through my thin shirt.
My back arches, and I lift up to get closer to him. My whole body trembles just from his touch.
He releases his hold and blinks at me. “See, too many clothes.”
He grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. He gently shoves me back onto the bed and then hooks his fingers into the side of my panties before pulling them down my hips. As soon as he has me bare, he spreads me open and presses his tongue to my core. I spear my fingers into his hair, and his kisses get more intense. I have no choice but to hold him close and enjoy the ride.
CHAPTER 12
ASHER
I should be in my office catching up on emails and messages from the website and checking up on the irrigation system that’s now gone out on the west side of the orchard, but instead I’m exactly where I want to be.
Before Madelyn got here, I hardly ever worked the fields. Not during pruning season, but yet, here I am, and I’m loving every minute of it.
I’ve never laughed as much as I have when working side by side with her. And I’ve succeeded in not fucking her against a peach tree. I’ve thought about it all day long, but I’ve refrained.
“You love this, don’t you?”
I search her face. Can she tell just by looking at me what I’m thinking? My forehead creases in confusion.
She points to the orchard around us. “You love working on your family’s orchard?”
I turn back to the peach tree. “It’s all I’ve really known. Our parents died a long time ago. My older brother Owen stayed until Beau turned eighteen, and then when he moved, it just made sense for me to take over.”