Page 29 of Daddy's Little Farmer

She nodded automatically because she had from the start.

“Okay. Don’t freak on me.”

She wondered what that meant when he lifted her over his lap with her legs on either side and facing each other. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders.

He cupped her face. “If anything scares you, tell me.”

Mara nodded.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. Her body softened and leaned against his. One of his hands cupped the back of her head while the other one went to her back to hold her tightly against him.

Rafael lifted his head. “Open your mouth, baby.”

She did immediately and then groaned when his tongue pushed into her mouth and caressed the inside.

He lifted his head again. “Jesus, baby, we’ll set the sheets on fire.”

Mara gasped. That didn’t sound very good. “Oh, no.”

He chuckled. “No, that’s very, very good. It sounds like your husband wasn’t good.”

Her brows puckered. “At what?”

He got a weird look on his face, and then the flush of desire seemed to deepen.

“Kissing and sex?”

She snorted. “We never did that.”

He looked shocked. “Why?”

“Don’t tell anyone, but Joseph was gay.” She stopped and grinned.

“He barely kissed me when we got married. He married me to take care of his mother, who was ill, and the house. I promised I would never say anything.”

Mara studied his face and couldn’t decipher what he was thinking. “What’s wrong? What we did wasn’t illegal at all. I swear.”

His expression softened. “I know that, honey.”

“Okay, good. You looked a little mad or something.”

He pressed his lips against her forehead. “No. Not at all. I was just surprised.”

“Joseph called it a marriage of convenience. As long as it got me out of my mother’s house, I didn’t care.”

She would forever remember that feeling when she walked out the door of the only home she’d had, knowing she’d never be back. Freedom had been a bandage for her soul.

Chapter Fifteen

Jesus. Rafael couldn’t get past the fact that she was a virgin. He’d be the only one to have this sweet woman. No other man would ever touch her. Hell, if he thought he was possessive before, now the emotion knew no bounds.

“How about another kiss, and then we’ll do the chores? I think we should make an early night of it.”

“We’re not really leaving tomorrow, are we?” she asked.

“As much as I want to, I don’t want to rush you. We’ll get it set up to go early the following morning.”

“I’ll have to come up with a plan.”

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