The next morning, a banging noise filtered into my brain, rousing me from sleep. I thought I was imagining it, tried to fall back into the dream I’d been having. A dream about Kane, where the kiss I’d been denied the day before had actually happened. His warm lips had covered mine, and his tongue slid over my mouth in a lazy glide, resulting in my letting him inside. I moaned. He gripped the back of my head, tilting me for better, deeper access. His tongue tangled with mine, and I hooked a leg around his, arching my hips so my sex ground against his.
The loud banging penetrated my head once more, drumming through my skull, interrupting my recall of the sexy dream.
“Damn,” I muttered, forcing my eyelids open and pushing myself up in bed.
The noise sounded like it was coming from the back of the house, and I needed to check out the cause. It was too early on a Sunday morning to be woken out of a sound slumber with hot dreams, especially because I didn’t sleep easily and I definitely didn’t have sex-filled dreams often, if ever.
I climbed out of bed and retrieved a short silk robe from the back of the chair by the small vanity in my room and pulled it on, knotting the belt at my waist.
Then I walked out of my bedroom and past my easel to the doors leading to the back deck, stopping short at the sight.
Kane had carried a fair amount of the treated wood out from beneath the tarp, and he was in the process of bringing more. Wearing a pair of jeans and a fitted white tee shirt, muscles flexing, he dropped the wood onto the pile, the loud sound explaining the noise.
I was embarrassed now that I knew it was him and he’d interrupted himself starring in my sensual dream. But I needed to know why he was here.
I unlocked the door and flung the slider open. “What’s going on?” I tugged on the belt of my robe and stepped outside. “Kane?”
He glanced up, his eyes scanning from my bare feet and legs, up over my body and neck, landing on my face. Pure male approval glittered in his gaze, which, considering I’d just rolled out of bed without checking a mirror, startled me.
He walked over, stopping in front of me. “Good morning.”
I swallowed hard and ignored the heat that rushed to my cheeks at his perusal. “Good morning. What are you doing?” I asked him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He gestured to the stack of wood he’d accumulated. “I’m fixing your deck.”
“Yes, I see that. I meant… why?”
“Because it needs to be done, and I like working with my hands.”
My mind raced to the innuendo in that statement, his hands stroking over my body, taking his time, outlining my curves. And when he winked at me, I knew I hadn’t been the only one whose mind went there.
I cleared my throat. “I appreciate that you want to help me, but I can’t take advantage of you like that.” Take advantage. Jesus. Why did everything out of our mouths feel like it had a sexual connotation?
“You’re not taking advantage. I want to do it. I renovated the house my father lives in if you need a reference,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if he was joking about the referral. “As long as you don’t mind me working during my free time, I don’t mind getting it done.”
“Thank you. Really.” I’d have to do what I could to show my appreciation. And very specific ways of giving gratitude came to mind. Me on my knees in front of him, slowly undoing his zipper until his cock sprang free. Gah! What was I doing, thinking about him that way while he watched me, amusement in his knowing gaze?
He reached out and lifted the end of the tie on my robe. “Now that we’ve settled that, can you do me a favor?” He ran the silk between his thumb and forefinger, slowly. Sensually.
“Of course. Name it,” I said in a hoarse croak, mesmerized by the way his calloused fingers caressed the soft material, my nipples hard beneath my camisole.
“Please go put on some damned clothes,” he said in a roughened voice. “You’re distracting me from my work.” His gaze had zeroed in on the hardened peaks poking at my robe.
Oh, God. I blushed, something that was becoming a habit when he was around, turned, and headed inside.
Four sisters, separated as children, reunite in Rosewood Bay to overcome the trauma of their past… and find love in the future. If you’ve ever wished you could “go home” again, well now you can enjoy living through the ups and downs of just that with the Ward sisters and their very own hot heroes!
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- Damaged Hero/Heroine
- Small Town
- Blue Collar
- Single Dad/Single Mom
- Surprise Baby
- Bodyguard
- Disguise/Pretend
- Forbidden Love
- Opposites Attract
- Second Chances
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