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Dusk was settling in as he rose, but he’d kept his word. He’d remained with Mary as she slept, surprisingly content just to watch over until she awakened. The fact that seemed almost surprised to see him bothered him more than it should and he immediately sought refuge in action.
“Will you be all right on your own? Only for a little while,” he added quickly. “But I want to take a look at those pipes before it grows dark.”
He almost hoped she’d object, but after a second, she nodded.
“Of course. I’m fine now. You don’t even need to come back if there’s something else you need to do.”
“I will be back,” he promised.
After making her a fresh pot of tea and settling her with a book and a blanket, he headed for the field, grateful for a chance to examine his thoughts without her tempting presence to distract him. Even though his cock still ached with frustrated desire, giving her pleasure had been the most satisfying sexual experience of his life. He licked his lips, seeking a last taste of her. Or perhaps not last. Would she permit him to pleasure her again?
His poor cock jerked at the thought, but he would happily trade his satisfaction for hers, especially since he knew he couldn’t take things any further. If he entered her, or gods forbid, gave her a mating bite, he would never be able to leave her. And she deserves so much better.
He sighed as he returned to the farmhouse. His attempts to maintain a distance between them had failed, and yet he couldn’t regret what had happened. He would just have to try again - polite but distant is best for both of us, he told himself, ignoring the ache in his chest at the thought.
His good intentions vanished the second he stepped into the kitchen and found her hobbling across the floor.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he roared, picking her up.
The kitchen table was the nearest flat surface and he placed her carefully on top of it while he lectured her.
“Do you want to cause permanent damage to your ankle? I told you to stay off of it.”
“Oh, pooh. It barely hurts and I was hungry. I’m sure you are too.”
“I would have cooked dinner if you had just waited. You are too impatient, fojii.”
“You can cook?” she asked, ignoring the reprimand.
“Well, no. But I can grill sandwiches and heat leftovers.”
“You never leave leftovers.”
Her eyes twinkled, blue in the lamplight, and she looked so pretty that his breath caught in his throat. She had changed clothes, he realized, donning a long white garment with thin straps that left her pretty shoulders bare. The material was so thin that he could see the shadow of her areolae beneath the cloth. As he looked at her, her nipples tightened, tenting the material.
“You changed clothes.”
His voice came out hoarse, and she gave him a slow seductive smile, leaning back a little to make her breasts even more prominent.
“I didn’t want to try and pull pants up over my ankle, and if I was going to have to stay in bed I might as well be comfortable.”
She shrugged, which did spectacular things to her breasts and he couldn’t help staring, his blood rushing to his cock so fast his head swam.
“Do you like my nightgown?” she asked, running a finger along the lace edging the low neck.
His eyes tracked the movement of her finger as a soft growl rose in his throat.
“Yes,” he snarled, moving forward to grab that teasing finger. Fuck. Her hands were so small and her skin so soft. “I like the nightgown. I would like it even more off of you.”
She made a small noise of encouragement, but he moved away, turning to lean heavily on the sink as he tried to get himself under control. He couldn’t risk touching her, not so soon after what had happened earlier. Not without losing control.
“We should not be doing this.”
“Why not?”
The stubborn tone he recognized so well had returned and he turned around to find her frowning at him.
“I do not wish to hurt you, or -”
