Page 14 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

She turned to him. “Would you like to come in for coffee?”

He could tell how nervous she was. “Not tonight. But I would like a kiss if that’s okay?”

She walked over to her counter and set her purse and keys down before turning back to him. “I’d like that.”

He cupped her face in his palms and studied her for amoment before he lowered his head. The moment their lips touched, it felt like a bolt of lightning seared through his body, taking his breath.

One of his arms went around her waist, and the other cupped the back of her head to hold her steady. He turned his head enough to open her mouth so he could delve inside. He knew it was going to get out of hand, but he couldn’t get himself to release her yet. He had no idea how she ended up on the counter with him between her legs as he ravished her mouth.

Her arms tightened around him as she tried to get closer to him, but they were as close as they could be without him being inside of her. Her moan was what finally got through the web of desire. He stood straight and pulled her arms from around his shoulders.

“Open your eyes, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes blinked a few times before she stared up at him.

He would have smiled if his body hadn’t felt so rigid and fiery. “We have to stop, Sweetheart. That one kiss got out of control quickly. I knew we’d be good together. I just didn’t know we’d be this exceptional.”

She took a few breaths and relaxed. When he thought she was ready, he lifted her and set her on her feet. He didn’t let go of her until he was certain she was steady.

“I better go, Sweetheart.”

She smoothed her shirt down and nodded. “Okay.”

He turned and took one more look at her before he left.

On his ride home, he couldn’t stop gritting his teeth. His body still felt like it was on fire, and his cock ached more than it ever had. He couldn’t believe he’d let things get so out of control. He was an experienced Dom, for God’s sake, and he’d almost lost control and come in his boxers. He’d never done that, even as a teenager.

Grant knew he wouldn’t truly feel better until she wasunder him, and he was as deep inside of her as he could go. He just prayed it would be soon.

Chapter Eight

The ache in Sara’s body didn’t go away. It lessened a bit, but not enough to feel comfortable. She couldn’t believe things had gotten out of hand so quickly. Fortunately, Grant was able to put a stop to it in time. That night, she lay in bed, unable to sleep. She’d tried masturbating to make herself come to relieve the pressure, but it wouldn’t happen, making her more frustrated.

She didn’t want to do that again unless he would make her come. She couldn’t ever remember having this depth of desire-filled excitement with her husband, and she didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. Maybe if she had enough experience, she would have been able to handle it better.

The next morning, she worked on her bookkeeping for a few hours and then cleaned her house. She did her best to keep her mind on her work, but Grant kept creeping into her head and distracting her.

Her phone rang around noon.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Sweetheart.”

“Hi, Grant.”

“I wondered if you’d go on a picnic with me.”

She couldn’t remember the last time she had a picnic. “That would be wonderful. What can I do?”

“Nothing. It’s all taken care of. I’ll be there to pick you up in thirty minutes. Will that give you enough time?”

“Yes. Where are we going?

“One of my favorite places on the ranch. I’ll drive us there in the truck this time. Maybe next time, we can ride there.”

“I would love that.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon, Sweetheart.”

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