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The thing that sat between them was
the way he wanted her. The way he’d always wanted her. Saturday night in his
truck had merely proven that. While he’d pretended he didn’t feel that way
anymore, the need had rumbled around in his gut waiting for the right moment to
burst forth. This time, he wasn’t going to be able to put it away again.

“Don’t worry about it, Taylor.” He
hefted the box back under the sink, then stood, brushing the dust off his hands
in a simple gesture. He’d never brush her out of his system as easily.

“I embarrassed you, and I’m sorry.”

She’d made him want to push up her
skirt and drag down her panties. She turned him inside out, with her firm legs,
that bit of skin showing beneath her shirt, and the slight peak of her nipples.
His mouth went dry as a dust bowl.

“I want you to know that I’m over
it.” She spoke to her toes. “I’m not going to do anything weird like that
again. So you don’t need to worry.”

Did that mean she’d stop being a
woman who needed a man, or that she simply didn’t need
him
? He couldn’t
stand the thought. “You’re not going out to bars anymore?”

She wrapped her arms around her
waist, plumping her breasts. Did she know what she did to him?

“No, I’m not going to bars
anymore,” she answered softly.

“Maybe you ought to look at me when
you promise that.”

He’d told her to look at him, but
he was the one who couldn’t meet her gaze once she did. He couldn’t tear his
own off her luscious nipples. He could swear they were tighter and harder than
they had been a moment before. Bursting. Begging him to touch, to taste.

“Jace.” Low, husky, hot, her voice
reached inside him.

His cock took on a life of its own.
So did his feet as he walked to her until he could breathe her in. She tipped
her head back to look at him.

“You’re lying,” he murmured.
“You’ll do it again. You’ll have to.” He’d turn to murder if he caught her.
“You’re still a woman. I know you are. God help us both.”

Her eyes, the color of warmed whiskey,
darted to his lips. Her tongue flicked out, leaving a glistening trail.

He slowly wrapped her hair around
his fist and held her still. “No more bars. No more slick cowboys. I’ll give
you what you need, Taylor.” It wasn’t a conscious decision, merely a need
pulsing in him that matched hers. He’d be damned to hell rather than let her
give herself to anyone else.

He arched slightly to rub his cock
against her. She moaned. With every fast breath she took, her nipples stroked
his chest, lighting a fire deep in his belly. He knew it was a freaking bad
idea, but worse was imagining her sneaking off to fill her needs elsewhere.

“Jace...” She licked her lips. “We
shouldn’t—”

He couldn’t let her finish. “Deal,
Taylor? You come to me when you need a man?”

He took care of the kids. He took
care of the house. He’d take care of this, too.

Jace tipped her chin up with his
finger. “Answer me, Taylor.”

Taylor’s panties were drenched,
she’d gone light-headed from lack of breath, and more than anything, she wanted
to taste him. All of him. His lips, his tongue, his skin, his semen. It had
been so long since she’d taken a man in her mouth. He smelled salty and hot,
felt hard and insistent.

She threw herself at him for the
second time in two days. She started the kiss, but he took over. His mouth
opened, then his tongue and lips devoured her. She tasted and savored and
wanted. Pressing her breasts to his chest, she rubbed against him, the ache in
her even stronger than the other night. This was stupid. It was crazy. They’d
both regret it later. But right now, she didn’t care about later.

Slipping her hand between them, she
cupped him. God, he was hard. And big. And she needed him. Now. Pushing him
away, she slid down his body until her knees touched the linoleum. Fingers
fumbling, she tore at his belt, undoing it and going for the snaps of his
jeans. Then she felt his hands in her hair and looked up.

His eyes were dark and oh so
readable. His penis flexed against her throat as she leaned in. And she had to
know. “Have you ever imagined me doing this to you?”

He swallowed, tipped his head back,
then finally looked down at her again. “All Saturday night. All last night,
too. And the whole time you were walking around your backyard yesterday.”

Lord, she so pathetically needed to
hear that. She popped the buttons slowly, then dragged his briefs down until he
sprang free. A drop of moisture pearled on the tip. She licked it away, then
closed her eyes to relish the salty taste. Jace groaned.

“More,” he whispered.

Taking him in her hand, she guided
his cock between her lips. Oh, oh, it felt so good. Filling her. She glided all
the way down, meeting her fisted hand with her lips. His fingers tangled in her
hair, pulling, the slight pain adding to the luxury of his taste. Swirling her
tongue, she rose again, then sucked on the very tip. He cupped the back of her
head and pushed gently. Taking him all the way, she removed her hand at the
last moment until he touched the back of her throat. Her muscles tensed around
him, dragging yet another choked groan from him. Faster, she took him, sucking
harder, grazing him with her teeth. His hips began to rock with her motion, and
his hands massaged her scalp, sometimes biting, sometimes soothing.

She gave his body’s movements free
rein as she grabbed onto his hard thighs to steady herself. His muscles bunched
beneath her fingers.

Then suddenly he pulled free.
“Christ, I can’t hold off. You have to stop or I’m gonna lose it.”

“I want you to come. In my mouth.
Please.”

“Oh God.”

She took that for a yes and drew
him back between her lips, back home, where she wanted him. Then he came,
crying out, holding himself deep as he poured inside her, trapping her head
against his belly, holding her with his legs.

She drank every drop as it if were
wine. She memorized every jerk of his body, every sound falling from his lips.

It was heaven. She learned it
wasn’t only her own orgasm she’d needed, but his. The sound of a man’s
pleasure, the rumble of his desire, the grip of his fingers in her hair as if
she were the only one who could wrench such a powerful reaction from him.

She licked him clean as his throb
in her mouth died, then looked up at him.

“Jesus Christ, Taylor, Jesus.” His
gaze was slightly unfocused and his breath rasped in his chest.

Even on her knees, she felt
powerful. She felt wonderful. She felt like a woman.

Then a car door banged.

“Holy shit, it’s my mother.”

Jace jerked away and began
buttoning his jeans. “Christ, your lipstick’s all over the place.”

It was all over his mouth, too.

Taylor rose as if she had all the
time in the world, as if they weren’t standing to the left of the kitchen
window, where, within a few seconds, Evelyn would be able to see them.

As if she hadn’t just swallowed his
essence and loved it.

She smiled, swiped her hand across
his mouth to wipe off the traces of her lipstick, then leaned close. “You
answer the door. I’ll just...freshen up.”

“I can’t answer the door like
this.” Panic threaded his voice.

She leaned back and tipped her
head. “Like what?”

“Like—like I’ve been—”

She wanted to laugh at his
wild-eyed look. “Like you just came in my mouth?” What they’d done made her
feel wild in a completely different way.

“Shit, Taylor.”

“She’s not going to know. You
answer the door and let me fix my lipstick.”

Then she left him, scampering
across the living room.

Lord. She hadn’t felt this good
in...well, in over three years.

Chapter Four

 

 

His body still hummed. It was
seriously not a good feeling to have around his mother.

But Jesus Christ, Jace wanted more
of Taylor. If his mother hadn’t arrived, he’d have dragged off Taylor’s shorts
and taken her right there on the kitchen floor. Then on the counter. Then
probably on the table, too.

She’d blown his mind as well as his
body. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Taylor on her knees before
him. Jesus. His brother’s wife. The feelings he had for her were so damn wrong.
Yet what she’d done felt so damn right.

His hand shook slightly as he
opened the door, and he’d only just gotten his breathing under control. “Hey,
Mom, I’m fixing Taylor’s faucet. She’s back in her office, I think.”

His mom looked him over, as if he
were fifteen and trying to sneak out of the house with one of his dad’s beers.

“Hi, Mom.” Taylor’s smile was
cheery and her lipstick perfect, but the soft pink glow of lovemaking still
tinged her skin. He hadn’t tasted her nipples or the sweet flesh between her
thighs. He hadn’t had near enough of her. Nowhere freaking near enough. But
dammit, he couldn’t have more. He wouldn’t.

Looking from him to Taylor, his mom
finally said, “You forgot the time cards when you rushed off earlier.”

Taylor tapped her forehead. “Silly
me. You didn’t have to bring them, I could have come back.” She held out her
hand.

“I had to go out for some envelopes
anyway.”

“You want some coffee? I made a
fresh pot for Jace. He fixed the faucet for me. It was a washer and didn’t need
the whole thing replaced.”

His mother looked from one to the
other again, and Jace knew they’d made one too many faucet references. Then she
said, “Sure. I’d love a cup. But don’t let me overstay my welcome.”

“Never,” Taylor said, leading the
way into the kitchen.

“I have to meet Dad and the guys
out at the Carmichaels’, so I’ll take off.” His dad didn’t need him, but Jace
needed to get out of the house badly. He grabbed the door.

“Thanks, Jace. For fixing the
faucet.” Taylor gave him a smile, and he was damn sure she wasn’t thanking him
for the new washer.

Fishing in his pocket for his keys,
he was already making plans for how he could come back during lunch. How he
could sneak off for another taste of her. Despite knowing how bad an idea that
was.

Dammit. He was losing his mind.

He was almost to his truck when the
door flew open. “You forgot the other faucet.”

Maybe he could drag her into the
truck and drive off.

“Thanks.” He took it, his fingers
brushing hers. Electricity seemed to jolt up his arm.

“No. Thank you. You didn’t have to
rush over, you know.”

He wondered if she was shooting him
some subliminal message he wasn’t getting. Then he didn’t care, and the words
were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Ask my mom to take the kids
Friday night.”

Her eyes went wide, the playful
smile dying on her lips. “What?”

He let his gaze travel her face,
then fall to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. Or hard again. He liked
the effect too damn much. “We didn’t finish. You didn’t come. I didn’t come
inside you. We won’t be finished until that happens.”

He was on the road to rack and
ruin, because he knew he’d never be finished with Taylor. He’d crossed a line,
and there was no going back to the way it used to be.

She bit her lip. He wanted to suck
it into his mouth, touch his tongue to hers, and rub his cock between her legs.

“Meet me by the old barn at
Miller’s Pond Friday at dark. Eight-thirty.”

She stared at him. In the heat of
the moment, she hadn’t thought ahead to the real meaning of what they’d done.

“Say yes, Taylor.” He knew how
wrong it was, but he wouldn’t allow her to turn back now.

“Jace, we can’t. If anyone finds
out—”

He shushed her with a look, though
he wanted to put his finger to her lips, one more caress to stop her words, to
sear his touch into her mind. “No one will know if we’re careful.”

Doubt clouded her eyes. His heart
shriveled. He was her brother-in-law. Worse, Lou was dead because of him. In
her mind, now that the conflagration between them had cooled to a simmer, what
they’d done held a caste of shame. He was crazy to ask for more. What he’d get
was big trouble. But he couldn’t stop himself. “Be there.”

She shook her head, her eyes dazed
with the enormity of what had happened in her kitchen. He didn’t think he even
had a fifty-fifty chance of her showing up. But he’d be there, waiting,
dreaming, praying.

He tossed the bag with the faucet
onto the front seat, a hand on the truck’s door, and added one final
inducement. “And Taylor, don’t wear any panties.”

 

* * * * *

 

Don’t wear any panties.

Taylor kept hearing Jace say that
in a husky whisper. Over and over. She couldn’t concentrate on Evelyn’s
conversation.

The euphoria had lasted fifteen
minutes, maybe less, before the guilt and fear set in. She knew she couldn’t
meet him.

But Lord, he’d tasted good. So
good. Felt good.

She put too much creamer in her
coffee and not enough sugar. Did Evelyn suspect anything? She’d tossed about
lots of odd, assessing looks. But Evelyn couldn’t know, not for sure.

Don’t wear any panties.

She couldn’t get the sound of
Jace’s voice out of her head. Lord, the way he made her feel. Like a woman
again. Powerful. Wanted. Sexy. Desirable. Things she hadn’t felt in so long.

But he was her husband’s brother.
She couldn’t touch him again. Not that way. She couldn’t hurt this family.

Jesus Christ, Taylor, Jesus.
Her name on his lips as he came, filling her mouth, filling her heart. Lord, he
was right. They hadn’t finished what was between them. They’d barely begun.

And Evelyn was staring at her with
another of those assessing looks.

Taylor knew she shouldn’t. It was
insane, risky. She could rip her family apart. But she needed one more taste of
Jace. Just one more, then she’d stop. Swear to God.

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