Chapter 6 #2
“You underestimate yourself. When you smile, your face glows and makes me want to smile.” His lips twisted. “Some of the members of my team would call that a miracle.”
“You do have an intensity about your face.” She leaned over to cup his cheek in her palm. “I find it intriguing.” Bernie brushed her lips across his, her breasts pressing into his chest.
“Definitely beautiful,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she said.
He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss, loving that she’d initiated it and wanted to keep going after he’d climaxed.
Soon, her movements slowed, and she laid down on him, resting her cheek against the curve of his neck. “I don’t want this night to end,” she whispered.
Neither did Gerard.
This woman was an accomplished farmer, capable of caring for her menagerie of animals, planting fields of produce and harvesting the fruits of her labors. She was also an amazing lover with strong legs, smooth skin and luscious breasts. If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall in love with her.
That was something he couldn’t do.
Bernie deserved a good man. A man who would never hurt her. A gentle man who would treat her kindly and love her forever.
Gerard wished he could be that man. But he was afraid that he would snap and unleash the beast inside him under pressure. He could become a monster just like his father.
Unwilling to risk that, he realized that night would be the only one he could share with this amazing woman. Tomorrow, he’d focus on the job and put distance between himself and Bernie, if not physically, then mentally. She was his client and could never be anything more.
A deep ache grew in his chest. Walking away from other women hadn’t bothered him.
This time would be different.
Bernie’s breathing deepened, and her body went limp on him.
When he rolled her onto her side, she snuggled against him, laying an arm over his chest and a leg over his thigh.
Gerard held her well into the early hours of the morning. Like Bernie had said, he didn’t want the night to end. He could get used to sleeping with this woman at his side, her supple body pressed against his.
Bernie hadn’t expected to sleep after all that had happened the day before. She was surprised when the alarm went off, signaling it was time to get up and move. They had a load of watermelons to deliver and more to pick.
She stretched, her arm colliding with a solid wall of muscle. A rush of heat spread through her body and coiled at her core.
“Morning, beautiful,” Gerard said, his voice gravelly from sleep.
“Already?” Bernie slid her hand over his chest and down to where his cock jutted straight up, tenting the sheet. “Mmm. One of the benefits of being male. I think we can spare a few minutes.”
She curled her hand around his shaft and slid it up and then downward to roll his balls between her fingers.
He captured her hand with his. “We shouldn’t do this,” he said.
“Too late,” Bernie smiled. “We already have. And you can’t take it back.”
“But we don’t have to continue doing it,” he pointed out.
Her hand stilled halfway up his cock. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t...” He paused. “Oh, who am I kidding? I want you more than I want to breathe. With a sigh, he closed his hand around hers. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good, because I wasn’t sure I could stop for long. I’m so hot and horny, if you didn’t help me out, I’d have to dig out my vibrator.”
“Mmm.” He pressed his lips to the spot just below her earlobe. “That would be interesting.” His hand slipped between her legs, and he stroked her clit until she was squirming against the mattress, her desire pushing her past horny to full-on orgasm in record time.
He played her clit until the tingling subsided, but she wanted more of him.
Gerard flung back the sheet, turned Bernie onto her belly and lifted her hips until she came up on her knees.
With her bare ass in the air and her elbows resting on the bed, she was exposed to Gerard and so turned on she could hardly wait for him to thrust into her.
Making love with Ray had been confined to two positions. Him on top or her on top. He’d never come from behind or taken her on the kitchen table or in the barn.
This was new to her and exciting.
Gerard gripped her hips, pulled her close and slipped his cock between her legs. He missed her entrance but rubbed against her clit, making her jerk with titillating awareness.
Bending over her, he stroked her clit with his finger while sliding his shaft past her pussy, grazing it each time.
Bernie creamed, the juices coating his cock with each passing.
About the time the teasing turned to frustration, Gerard pressed his member against her entrance and stopped. “Protection.”
“In the nightstand,” she said between gritted teeth, her entire body poised on the edge of an epic orgasm.
Gerard reached into the top drawer, found a packet, tore it open and rolled it down over his cock. Then he was back, his dick pressing into her slick channel. He took her all the way in a smooth, easy stroke.
His hands on her hips held her steady while he pumped in and out of her.
She leaned back into him, her back arching, her head thrown back. The tension inside built until her muscles and nerves were stretched so tightly that all it would take to send her over the edge was...
With his cock filling her inside, he flicked her clit with the tip of his finger.
Bernie burst over the edge, her heart racing, her breathing straining to keep up.
Tingling began from her core and spread throughout her body.
For a long moment, she remained where she was, milking the ecstasy to the very end.
She sank to her belly on the mattress and lay there, filling her lungs with air.
When Gerard made no move to join her, Bernie flipped onto her back and stared up at him, where he still knelt on his knees.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
He nodded. “More than anything, I want to lay down beside you.”
“Then do it,” she urged.
He shook his head. “Duty’s calling. We have to get those melons to New Orleans this morning. Bellamy Acres depends on it.”
“Fuck duty.” Bernie drank in Gerard’s incredible body and then closed her eyes. “You’re right.” She opened her eyes. “When you own a farm, the farm owns you.” She reached out. “Help me up.”
He gripped her hand.
Instead of pulling herself up, she pulled him down until he lay on top of her.
“The melons can wait a few more minutes, don’t you think?” She cupped his cheek and leaned up to brush her lips across his. “Unless you’ve had enough.”
“I have a feeling there’s no such thing as enough with you,” he whispered against her lips and then claimed her mouth in a deep kiss that branded Bernie’s soul.
God help her. She was falling fast.