Page 71 of Lucky Haven

Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me.

It makes me feel…

Fuck.

I sweep my desk clear, drop my overalls to my hips, and hike up her skirt. She’s wearing cotton panties, as sweetly innocent as the rest of her. And that first glimpse of them is tantalizing, but they’ll look even better shoved into my pocket.

“Do you know how much I like these sundresses you wear?” I curve my hand up her thigh, ignoring the way my fingers are shaking.

I’m the experienced one here, I can do this. I can be the best man she’s ever known, in every way she wants to know me.

“Tell me.”

“They’re so distracting. I’m jealous of the slightest breeze catching your hem. Hypnotized by the sway of the fabric against your body. And the way they frame your breasts…I’m obsessed. And I have been for months.”

“Don’t tease.”

“I’m not. I promise, I swear I don’t have enough blood in my brain right now to tell you anything but the God’s honest truth. I’ve wanted you for a lot longer than when you came over and kissed me, Haven. I maybe shouldn’t tell you that, but you deserve to know. If you want me inside you, if you want to feel that, I want you to know it’ll be special for me, too. it’s been a long time since—” I drag in a deep breath. That doesn’t matter.

But she notices. “How long?”

I kiss her instead of answering.

She lets me, she gives me mouth, lets me wedge myself between her thighs and pretend I didn’t just overshare and make this about me when it’s a big fucking deal for her, and that’s what matters.

“How long, Cash?” she wraps her sweet, soft little fingers around my wrists and tries to tug my hands away from her face.

But if I stop cradling her cheeks, I’m going to touch the rest of her, and once we start down that path, there might not be any stopping me.

When she realizes I’m intent on kissing her instead of answering the question, she surrenders to the hunger between us. I kiss her until her legs wrap around my waist, until she’s kicked my coveralls to the floor, and ready little pussy has found its way to riding my dick through two thin layers of cotton.

And then it’s over. There’s no fight in me to deny her the pleasure of grinding, or anything else she wants. Not when it feels this good between us. I drop my mouth to her collarbone, tasting the delicate shine there from wrestling her big beast into submission.

I drag the neckline of her dress down enough to serve her tits up to me for some kissing, and then, while my mouth is occupied on her nipples, she whispers, “When was the last time you were with a woman, Cash?”

“You shouldn’t ask me that.”

“Why not?”

Because the answer should be last week, or last month. That’s what my reputation is. And that would hurt her. But I’m afraid the real answer might hurt, too. “It’s been years.”

She lets her legs slide off me and pushes against my chest.

I wrap my arms around her back and hunch over her, burying my face in her hair. “Please don’t push me away.”

“I just—I’m not, I promise. But I thought this was—” Her arms slide around my neck, anchoring herself to me as her body heaves with hard to express feelings.

“I’ve fucked this up,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I assumed you would be… that this would be no big deal for you.”

“You are always a big deal to me.” I plant my hands on her hips, holding her against my desk as I press my forehead to hers and find her searching, glittering hazel gaze. “Did you want it to be something easy?”

“Everything with you is the good kind of easy. I thought you would be willing to do this, too.”

“I am. Shit, did I not make that clear? I want to be inside you so damn much it hurts. I’ve wanted you since the day I was convicted, Haven. It’s fucked up, to hate your uncle as much as I do, and want to bury myself inside your innocent body, but I did then and I do now. I always will, and don’t mistake my celibacy as disinterest. I just wasn’t interested in anyone else.”

“Wait, are you—It’s been that long?” Her shock is carrying her right past the worst of what I just confessed.