My cock is already hard.
I watch her for a moment more and chuckle, “But are you okay, do you need help?”
As she is standing up to answer me, she hits the back of her head on one of the rafters. “Damn it!” She mumbles, her eyes squeeze closed as she puts her hand on the back of her head and leans forward to rest her other hand on her knee.
Closing the distance between us in two steps, I wrap an arm around her waist and rest my other hand on her head to ensure she doesn’t hit the rafter again, pulling her away.
Grabbing my arm that is around her waist to help keep her balance, she stands up, “I’m fine.”
She tries to sidestep me, but I keep my grip tight around her, pulling her back toward me, “Hold on, let me see.” I lift her hand from the back of her head, “I’ve done that so many times that I know just how much it hurts.”
Her body relaxes and she lets me look, there’s no blood on her hand so I say, “You didn’t break the skin, but you’re gonna have one hell of a goose egg.” I lightly move the pad of my thumb over the already swelling spot.
“Perfect.” She tries to step away again, but I maintain my grip around her waist. She smells so good, the lavender, vanilla scent that lingers in each room she’s been in surroundsme.
Dipping my nose closer to her neck, I mumble, “You always smell so good.”
Both of her hands grip my arm at her stomach and, to my surprise, she leans on me for a moment before she goes stiff again, “It’s furniture polish.”
Chuckling, I let her go and she turns to face me, laying her palm on her head over the bump. “That’s not furniture polish, darlin’.” I cock my head to the side, “I wish you wouldn’t avoid me.”
She rolls her eyes and huffs, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to get any closer, I work for your family.”
Her eye contact is for shit and she settles on looking at my boots. I take a step closer to her and her eyes lift to meet mine. That’s desire I see in her eyes.I remember seeing that look many times at the hotel last weekend and in the kitchen the other night.
Without thinking about it, I slide the back of my finger across her cheek. “I don’t think we can get much closer than we already have.”
Disappointment and hurt flash across her eyes.
Shit. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I can tell by the look on her face that she thinks I meant we can’t get any closer than just sex. That’s a dick comment and I would never say that, but she doesn’t give me time to backtrack.
Anger flashes in her eyes and then narrow at me, “That’s exactly why I need to keep avoiding you,” she holds her arm out to the side, “This may be your playground, cowboy, while you’re away from work, but it’s my place of employment.
She takes a step toward me, her chin tilted up with her eyes locked on mine and pokes her finger in my chest, “This is where I sleep, eat, and work, I won’t jeopardize what I have for some,” she jerks her head back and looks me up and down, “spoiled, ego-driven cowboy who thinks the world is hisoyster and I’m just a convenience for him. If it’s all the same to you, I would prefer it if we don’t talk anymore while you’re home.”
She’s right, this is her place of employment. I should back off, but she is even more beautiful when she’s looking at me like she wants to remove my head from my body.
Who am I kidding, I couldn’t stay away from her if I tried.
Curling my hand around the finger that is still poking my chest, I smile at her, “So you’re avoiding me because you like me.”
Her lips press into a tight line and her face turns red, the finger I’m holding jerks free and she turns to go down the stairs.
The sweater she is wearing is just short enough that I can see the half-globes of her ass as she walks away, but when she lifts her arm to touch the back of her head again, one side rides up just enough that I can see a sliver of her soft skin over her jeans.
My cock is still hard.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SLOANE
MARLEY’S BIGblue eyes are looking at me like there’s nothing unusual or wrong with asking me to go into town with her brother to pick up a Christmas tree.
Just the two of us.
What am I supposed to say?I don’t think it’s a good idea because every time we’re alone, I want to climb on top of him and ride him like one of your horses.
She and Mason are looking at me expectantly as I try to think of a reason to get out of it that doesn’t sound weak or stupid. At this point, my hesitation looks stupid and, by the look on Marley’s face, suspicious.
