Page 73 of Forbidden Harmony

His gaze dipped to the front of her robeand she clutched at it. “Would you like a drink? I have wine or juice orwater. I don’t have any beer, I’m sorry.”

He took a step closer, and she was suddenlyaware of how awful she looked. Her face was shiny, she was wearing her bulkyterrycloth robe, and her hair looked stupid and –

He pressed his hands against the wall oneither side of her head, penning her in. She stared up at him. Her heart hadgone from hammering against her ribs to possibly busting through them, and theheat of his body and the good clean smell of him was making her head swim.

He moved one hand to her waist and tracedthe knot of her robe ties. “What are you wearing under this very practicallooking robe, Sunshine?”

“Oh, um…”

He tugged on the knot, pulling it loose witha hard jerk. Her robe opened and he stared at her tank top and her pink cottonpajama bottoms with the tiny parrots stamped onto them. A grin crossed hisface and she covered the orange stain on her tank top with one hand as her faceflushed bright red.

“Are those birds on your pants?” he said.

“Yes,” she said.

His gaze lingered on her breasts, on the wayher nipples pressed against the thin fabric. “You always answer your doorwithout wearing a bra?”

“I thought you were Mrs. Garnet from nextdoor, and besides, I was wearing a robe so… oh!”

His finger traced a slow circle around herleft nipple through the fabric, and she arched into his touch.

His satisfied grin made her squirm withneed. “I love how sensitive your nipples are.”

“I didn’t – I mean, why are you here?”

“It’s time for lesson number three,” he said.

“What’s lesson three?”

“You’ll see.”

He picked her up and carried her past hersmall living room and her galley kitchen and down the hallway. The door to herbedroom was open and he carried her into the room and set her next to the bedbefore tugging her robe off.

He pulled her in close until she could feelthe heat of the sun on his vest and kissed her. She returned his kiss, moaninginto his mouth when he licked at her tongue and then sucked on it.

He stepped back and shrugged out of hisvest and then his t-shirt, letting them join her robe on the floor. “Move yourknitting, Sunshine.”

“What?” She was distracted by all therippling glorious tattooed muscle in front of her.

“Your knitting. Move it off the bed. I don’twant a knitting needle in the ass while we’re fucking.”

She giggled nervously before grabbing theknitting and bending over to stuff it into the knitting bag beside the bed.Preacher stepped behind her, his hands cupping her hips and pulling her into anupright position as he pressed his cock against her ass.

He kissed the back of her neck and alongthe back of her shoulder with warm, open-mouthed kisses that made her quiverand moan.

“You always smell so fucking good,” he saidbefore nipping her neck. “Lift your arms.”

She lifted them and he pulled her tank topover her head before cupping her left breast and teasing the nipple. Sheclutched at his arm, letting her head fall back against his chest and grindingher ass against his erection.

He groaned into her ear and then reachedfor the waistband of her pajamas. He shoved them down her legs, and dammit,why couldn’t she just once be wearing a sexy silk thong when Preacher saw her underwear?

He traced the waistband of her cotton pantiesas she kicked her pajamas off her feet. His fingers toyed with the littleribbon bow at the front of it before he slid his hand beneath her panties and cuppedher pussy.

His grunt of surprise made her want to dieof embarrassment.

He kissed the side of her neck and thentugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “You’re very wet, Sunshine. I know thatisn’t just from me undressing you. You wanna tell me what you were doingbefore I came by?”

“I’d rather not,” she said and then criedout with pleasure when he rubbed her clit.

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