She shifted, throwing one leg over his thighs, straddling him. His cock swelled painfully, swearing he could feel her heat through their clothes. His fingers gripped her ass, digging into the softness. Noses bumped, tongues tangled, and their breathing came in pants.
Lizzie finally leaned back, and he stared at her lips, swollen with his kisses, and her hooded eyes as her gaze stayed on his mouth.
Both trying to catch their breath, he said the only intelligent thing that came into his mind. “Wow.”
Her eyes jumped to his, and her grin widened as a giggle slipped out. “Yeah, wow.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, but just as she was about to lean in for another kiss, his fingers squeezed on her ass once more. “It’s killing me to say this, babe, but I really should be leaving.”
Seeing the wide-eyed shock on her face, he rushed, “All I want to do is strip you naked, lay you on this bed, and plunge myself deep inside.” He hesitated, waiting to see what her reaction to his words would be.
“Then why don’t you?” she asked, her voice raspy as her fingers dug into his shoulders, her gaze full of pleading.
His heart soared at her words, but he drew upon all of his strength to shake his head slowly. “Because I want to do the right thing, Lizzie. It’s been a long day and an emotional evening clearing out Beau’s room. When we make love, I want you to be sure. Not only sure of what we’re doing, but when we’re doing it.”
She looked as though she were going to object, then snapped her mouth shut, thoughts working behind her eyes. Slowly, she nodded. “While I admit I want to have you stay with me and be with me in every sense of the word, what you’re saying makes sense. I don’t want you to do anything that you would regret either.”
She leaned forward and kissed him lightly, and he was sure he had never tasted anything so sweet in his life. Climbing from her bed, they stood and kissed once more. Linking fingers, they walked out into the hall, and he saw the bags that had been left there.
“Make sure to leave them, and I’ll come tomorrow and haul them off for you.” Tapping her nose with his finger, he said, “Promise you won’t try to lug them downstairs yourself?”
Rolling her eyes, she nodded. “I promise. But are you sure you have time tomorrow?”
“My day usually finishes about four p.m., so I can come then, if that’s all right.”
“How about I fix you dinner?”
Grinning, he nodded. “Can’t think of a better way to start out my week than with your home cooking.”
Hand in hand, they walked downstairs and through the house to the kitchen door. Giving her promise that she would lock up after him, he called to Rufus and they headed out to his truck. Driving away this time was one of the hardest things he had done. The pull to have stayed with her in her bed was strong. But so was the desire for self-preservation as well as caring for Lizzie.
Sighing heavily, he leaned his hand over and scratched Rufus’ head. “You like the farm, don’t you, boy?” A moment passed, and he added, “Yeah, me too. The farm and Lizzie.”
Later, his hand was pressed against the wet shower bench, the water sluicing over him as his other hand worked his cock. Eyes closed, he imagined the feel of gliding deep inside the warmth of Lizzie’s sex.
With his head thrown back, he roared through his orgasm. He had grown used to using his hand, finding it too exhausting to seek out a willing woman and not finding anyone he wanted to have a relationship with. But this time was different. With the vision of Lizzie in his mind, this orgasm had rocked his body, and he could not imagine what it would be like when he could finally lay with her. And as he finally caught his breath, he smiled.
The day was dragging. With no clouds in the sky, the hot sun was relentless as it beat down on Lizzie. She made sure to keep the animals in the pastures that had the most trees where there was plenty of shade.
Having spent the afternoon replenishing her supplies of goat milk lotion and soap, she continually looked at the clock, willing the time to move faster so that she could see Scott again. The chicken was marinating in buttermilk, the apple pie was cooling, and the fresh vegetables were ready to be cooked.
She closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, imagining the feel of his body pressed to hers. When she had straddled him last night, she’d felt his erection and if he had agreed, she would have slept with him easily. She could still feel the touch of his lips on hers, and her breasts ached for the same.
Soon, please let it be soon. She respected his desire to take things slow, knowing that he did not want her to feel rushed or pressured. It was true, she had only gotten to know the real Scott in the past couple of weeks, but what she knew coincided with everything Papa Beau had told her. Kind and caring. Strong and capable.
And now, she knew what his hands felt like on her ass and his tongue in her mouth and could not wait for more. Hearing the goats bleating, her eyes jerked open and she glanced at the clock on the wall.
Washing her hands in the kitchen sink, she looked out toward the pastures but did not see the alpacas. Grabbing a dish towel, she dried her hands as she hurried toward the door. Sliding her feet into her work boots, she hustled outside and hurried to the pasture. Still not finding the alpacas, she opened the gate and walked into the field, closing the gate behind her. The pasture was large, but there was nowhere for the alpacas to hide other than the shade of the trees.
Turning in a circle, her heart stuttered as her feet did the same, seeing part of the fence knocked over. “Shit!” she cried out, running toward the opening, her feet pounding across the dirt and grass. She spied Caesar standing in the road and tried to still her unsteady heartbeat as she climbed through the broken fence and slid down the short gravel hill toward him.
A vehicle was coming over the crest of the hill just as she saw Cleopatra ambling toward the road from the other side. She was sure the driver would see the large alpacas, but fear had her rushing to them, waving her hands wildly.
As the vehicle neared, it stopped, and her breath left her lungs in a rush as she observed Scott’s wide-eyed expression peering back at her. He climbed from the SUV and she began screaming, “Help me! Help me get them back in!”
Cleopatra made her way to Caesar, both animals standing nearby, staring at her as though they did not have a care in the world.
“Will they follow you?” Scott called out.
Shaking her head, she replied, “I don’t think so.” Jolting, she added, “Wait! Let me go get some food! See if you can find Mark Antony, but if anyone else comes down the road, keep the other vehicles away from them!”
Without giving Scott a chance to agree, she turned and scrambled back up the gravel incline, climbed through the broken fence once again, and raced toward the barn. She grabbed a metal bucket off a hanger on the inside of the barn and filled it with feed. Seeing a rope, she slipped it around her shoulders, not knowing if it would be needed.
Turning, she ran, retracing her steps. She ignored the burning in her lungs as she skidded back down the gravel on her ass, nearly dumping the bucket of feed.
“Be careful, Lizzie,” Scott called out as he hurried to her. With his hands underneath her armpits, he lifted her up, taking the rope from her shoulder. “I don’t see Mark Antony but try to get Cleopatra and Caesar to follow you.”