Page 32 of Daddy's Little Farmer

“Yes. Is that a problem?” he asked.

She shook her head. She was actually thrilled because she wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in her bed without Tiny.

Mara pulled on her nightgown and brushed her teeth before climbing into his bed and pulling the blanket up to her chin. She heard him roam through the house checking windows and doors and then up the stairs. He stepped into the room and grabbed his sweats.

“I’m going to shower and be right in.”

“Okay.”

He turned off the overhead light but left the door to the hallway open to let the light into the bedroom.

She was dozing when he walked back in. He had a shirt in his hands.

“Baby, do you care if I don’t wear a shirt? I’ll keep my sweatpants on?” he asked.

“Of course. I want you comfortable.”

“I’ll get really comfortable when we get home.”

Her eyes roamed over him. He had a light patch of hair in the middle of his chest and around his belly button before a line of it disappeared into his pants. Rafael was muscular but not nearly like a weightlifter. She could have looked at him for hours.

“Honey, you need to stop staring at me like you want to eat me up.”

Her gaze flew to his face, and she felt her own heat with a blush. “I’m sorry.”

He lifted the covers, slid in, and then propped his head on his palm. “Don’t be sorry. I love your eyes on me, but I want us to wait for our first time when we get in my bed at home.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Give me a kiss.”

She raised her head, and he came down and pressed their lips together. When he broke the hot kiss, his hand was on her breast, her leg in between his, and her panties were sopping wet.

“Wow,” she said.

She heard him inhale.

“Yeah. Damn, woman. Once I get in you, I’ll never want to leave.”

“I’ll probably not want you to.”

He grinned and turned her so her back was to his chest.

“Get some sleep. We have a busy couple of days to get through.”

She nodded and relaxed back against him.

Mara heard his breathing even out and closed her eyes. She’d be able to get some sleep because she felt safe. Being in his arms was a sensation she hoped she would have for a very long time.

The sun woke her the next morning. She was groggy from sleeping so hard, but her body needed it. She looked over her shoulder when he sighed.

“Good morning.”

He blinked his eyes open and smiled. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Good. Deep.”

His eyes narrowed, and he used a finger to trace under her eyes.

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