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her clamoring hormones, had finally left her tired enough to relax next to him and just

enjoy the sight of his naked, glistening chest.

He cleared his throat, drawing her gaze upward. “There’s a dance Saturday night.”

He looked away and shrugged. “It’s an annual thing to raise money for the volunteer

fire department. I’d like to take you.”

Startled, she didn’t reply immediately.

She guessed he thought she was trying to find some way to turn him down gently,

because he said next, “I know I’m doin’ things a little backwards, and I ‘m sorry I’ve

made you uncomfortable. If I promise to keep my hands to myself, will you let me take

you?”

She studied his face. He was handsome, yes. But his gaze met hers directly. He

didn’t push. He didn’t try to seduce her with honeyed words. She realized he was

nothing like her husband. And she liked that little bit of uncertainty he betrayed. She

wanted to say yes, and see whether this gentle man was everything he seemed.

But would it be fair to Daniel? She should say no for more reasons than the obvious

one.
I should tell him now
. But she demurred, not wanting to mention a name that would

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only make another’s presence tangible—her husband wasn’t a part of her life now. She

wouldn’t let him be, ever again.

“Can’t we just go on the way we are?” she asked, feeling like a coward.

“And what way is that, Katelyn?” he asked softly.

“Just us.” Her hand settled on his arm and glided to his shoulder. “Just this.”

His jaw tightened and he ducked his head. “You mean,” he said, his voice just as

soft, but with a bite that raised the hairs on her arm, “I’m good enough to fuck, but not

be seen with you in public?”

Shocked by the blunt words spoken so quietly, she shook her head and blurted,

“We haven’t fucked yet.”
Jesus, I just said that!
She bolted to her feet.

His hand wrapped around her ankle, holding her in place. His expression was set,

his eyes narrowing. “That’s right. We haven’t.” His hand slid up the inside of her leg.

“Why wait? It’s what we both want.”

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Chapter Four

Inside, Katelyn screamed, “That’s not what I meant!” But she didn’t draw away

when his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her cutoffs and stroked her pussy through

her panties. Her mouth opened around a gasp as molten desire seeped to dampen the

silky fabric.

“Want it here? In the sunlight?” he asked, rising to his knees on the top step. His

fingers pushed aside the crotch of her underwear and traced the furrow between her

labia.

Moisture pooled in her eyes and between her legs. She didn’t want his anger, didn’t

want anything to mar the beauty of the feelings growing secretly inside her. Didn’t he

understand she was doing this for him? “I’m too old for you, Daniel,” she said,

surprised by the quaver and the breathless quality of her own voice.

He leaned forward and hooked one hand around the back of her thigh, pulling her

hips closer, and glided his lips up the tender inside of her legs. “Looks like you’re old

enough,” he murmured and sank a finger inside her cunt.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped his shoulders. “What will people think? I’m old

enough to be your m—”

“Aunt?” He gently bit her skin. “Don’t stretch the truth.”

Her hands gripped his hair to bring him closer to the ache. “For god’s sake, I’m

forty-one years old, Daniel.”

He paused and his gaze seared hers. “I don’t give a fuck, Katelyn. I’m not exactly a

boy.” Then he snaked his tongue beneath her shorts to lick at her sex.

Katelyn moaned and widened her legs. “This is wrong. You know it,” she said,

swaying on her feet at the lazy strokes he plied her with. “I’m not what you need.”

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He lapped her, the broad surface of his tongue skimming her lips, the tip

insinuating between to tease her with glancing caresses that drove her crazy and had

her squirming against him.

When he dragged himself away, his breaths were ragged. “You are everything I

want,” he said, his voice fierce. His expression was set, his gaze unwavering.

She believed him. He meant it—
now
.

His hands gripped her upper thighs, his thumbs stroking beneath her clothing. He

leaned into her crotch and mouthed her through the fabric, his steamy breath

penetrating to heat her already molten core. “
Jesus, Katelyn.
” He groaned and pressed

his face to her belly. “Take your pants off ‘cause I’m gonna eat you right here.”

The hoarseness of his command and the hard grip of his hand thrilled her like

nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. She stared at him, knowing that once again

the pause was for her sake. He’d given her control.

She could deny him now—end this before she sank any deeper toward a love that

might leave scars on both their hearts. Or she could take a chance.

Katelyn drew in a deep breath and looked out over her dusty, rugged front yard.

She saw beyond the scrubby live oaks standing still as she was in a breezeless, sunscorched day, to the sky as blue and wide open as her possibilities, and reached for the

button at the top of her cutoffs.

Daniel held his breath while Katelyn fought an internal battle that had her lips

alternately tightening and trembling. Her gaze was on the horizon and he wished like

hell she’d just look at him—
see him
and everything he could be for her—if only she’d

trust him just a little.

When she reached for the top of her shorts, his body grew still. A blush stained her

cheeks and neck, and her lips firmed with a determination that filled him with pride.

She was so damn beautiful and brave, it hurt his heart to watch.

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Daniel didn’t know how he knew, but his gut told him this was new for Katelyn.

Standing in the sunshine with a man at her feet, baring herself slowly to the light and

his gaze—he’d seen her hesitation, the flare of panic widening her eyes when he’d

issued the command.

He’d heard her shocked gasp when he’d licked the feminine folds between her

legs—and
knew
she’d never been pleasured like that before. Forty-one years old and

never loved by man—not like he was gonna love her now.

Her shorts slithered to the floor and she hesitated, her fingers at the top of her

panties. Her gaze met his, worry and modesty creasing her brow.

“Don’t stop now, Katelyn,” he urged her gently.

“Must it be here?” she asked, her voice thin and little high.

His body urged him to say no—he’d take her on her bed, the floor, the cab of his

pickup truck—just so he could taste her, fill her. But instinct told him he needed her

broken down a bit, gentled to his command—if he was going to make her his forever.

“Take ‘em off now.”

She swallowed hard and her gaze dropped, but she slid the panties down her long,

slender thighs. When she stepped away from them, her hands fluttered by her sides,

like she wanted to cover herself. He wasn’t about to let her hide from his gaze.

He lifted his hand to the sparse, dark blond hair that covered her sex. She held

herself still, her chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths. He combed his fingers

through her curls, all the while watching her face. “That pretty pink T-shirt too,

sweetheart.”

Her eyebrows drew together in a look of pure irritation, but she yanked the T-shirt

up.

Then without waiting for her to finish, he gripped her buttocks and pulled her

close.

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She yelped and the T-shirt slapped his back, but he was already tongue-deep inside

her, his thumbs spreading her lips wide while he swirled as deep as he could reach.

Her fingers clutched his hair hard and her whole body quivered like a nervous filly.

She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, just clutched him close and seeped sweet honey onto

his tongue.

He licked higher and rubbed the flat of his tongue on the hood covering the hard

kernel of her clit.

Katelyn moaned, a thin sound that gusted with her gasps as he sucked and swirled.

She was close, her cunt tightening and relaxing, pulsing faster and faster. With his

thumb and forefinger he lifted the hood, exposing the bright pink knot and closed his

lips around it, sucking hard.

Katelyn cried out and her knees buckled. He held her tight and pressed his face

against her belly. “Easy now.”

A soft sob racked her body. “Please, Daniel— I can’t stand it.”

“Lay down here,” he said, and helped her lie on the edge of the porch while he

scooted down the steps. He placed her legs on his bare shoulders and stroked her

glistening flesh, parting her to take a good look. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve

ever seen.”

“Don’t talk—I might change my mind,” she said, moaning the last words as he

opened her wide with his fingers and lapped her with his tongue.

“First time a woman’s ever asked me not to talk,” he murmured. He decided to give

her pretty pussy something to swallow and slipped two fingers inside.

Katelyn’s hips rose off the porch. “I didn’t think men had cunnilingus in their

vocabulary,” she said gasping.

“It sure ain’t in mine either, but it’s not gonna stop me from eating you out.” He

licked the pink petals of her tender inner lips, taking the cream her body offered while

his fingers fucked in and out of her tight, hot cunt.

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, her hands reaching to grip his hair.

He gave her a quick wicked glance. “Beg to differ. You’re not the one doing.”

Her face was red, her mouth open and gasping. “But out here? In the open? Anyone

could pull into the drive—the postman, a neighbor—”

He slid a third finger inside her pussy and circled his thumb around the tight little

hole below.

She back arched off the porch, giving him an interesting view of the underside of

her creamy breasts. “Don’t!”

“Don’t what?” he teased, pressing harder on her asshole.

“
That!
Damn you!” She settled down again and glared down at him.

More liquid seeped around his hand and he groaned, knowing how she’d feel

clasping his cock. “You like it,” he said, and bit her inner thigh.

Her thighs moved restlessly on his shoulders. “Daniel?”

“I know. You’re comin’. Close your eyes.”

Katelyn teeth clasped her lower lip and she shook her head.

“Trust me, baby,” he said, crooning now. “Close your eyes.”

She drew a deep breath and turned her head away, her hands letting go of his hair

and reaching out beside her, flattening on the plank flooring.

Her trust was a fragile thing and he vowed not to disappoint her.

With her thighs clasping his neck, Daniel leaned closer and planted hot, sliding

kisses on her pussy while his fingers ground inside her, twisting deeper.

Whimpers broke from her throat as he worked his hand in and out. His thumb

resuming its pressure lower, working the cream dripping from her cunt into the tight

orifice until it relaxed enough to slip the thick tip inside.

She groaned and her hips undulated, countering his rhythm to draw him deeper

still.

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Daniel fluttered his tongue on her clit, stroking harder as her cries grew louder, and

when her voice broke, he drew hard on it with his lips until she came, shuddering and

spasming around his fingers. He didn’t relent until she her legs eased their hold and her

body grew slack beneath him.

Although it damn near killed him, he gently pulled away and gathered her into his

arms until she straddled his thighs, her head tucked against his shoulder. “You’ll go

with me Saturday night,” he said, kissing her shoulder. With his hand fisting in her

hair, he tilted back her head. “And there won’t be any more talk about what’s right or

wrong with us.”

Her eyelids lifted and her clear blue gaze met his. “I s’pose if I tried to disagree,

you’d just add another word to your vocabulary, wouldn’t you?” she said, the corners

of her lips lifting in a weak smile.

He smoothed a finger over her lower lip and smiled down at her. “Do you think I

have that much to learn?”

The smile disappeared and she leaned in to slide her lips over his, giving him a

searing kiss. When she drew back, she said, “I think there are some definite holes in
my

education.” She looked down to where her hands smoothed over his chest. “But there’s

something in particular I want to learn.”

“Tell me what it is. I’ll add it to the curriculum.”

Her mouth curved and her gaze rose to his. “I want to know what it feels like to be

filled with you, Daniel.”

He blew out a deep breath and tried to ignore the insistent ache beneath her

bottom, sure his balls were blue at this point. “I’d like nothing better, sweetheart.”

Her head came up. “But?”

“After the party.”

A frown creased her brow. “You think you have to bribe me to go?” Her gaze

narrowed and she ground her pussy against his erection.

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“I think,” he said, gritting his teeth, “that you’re trying to distract me—but I’m

going to get my way.”