He pointed back to his truck. “It’s that machine that puts that nice sharp edge on your flower beds,” he said. “It doesn’t just happen by magic, you know.”
“Oh.”
“Do you have a weed-whacker?”
I shook my head. “Do I really need one?”
“If you want to cut the grass right up against the fence, and around your trees? Yes.”
For a moment I just stood there, speechless.
“Never really thought of those things?”
“No,” I admitted. “I had no idea.”
“Well that’s good, because you don’t have to. I’m your landscaper. You let me worry about them.”
He looked me up and down for a moment, then went back to remounting the mower’s attachment. I watched his arms flex in the sun, the lats of his back stretching beautifully as he reached down to clip it on.
“Jacob, listen. I really—”
Suddenly he took my hand, then pulled me into the shade. We were at the far edge of the yard. Standing beneath the big oak that I always wanted to hang a bird feeder from.
He walked me backward, pinning me against the tree. And then without warning…
Holy shit—
… his lips were against mine.
Seven
SERENA
Jacob’s beautiful lips were rolling. Moving. Kissing me in the slowest, most sensuous way possible, as his calloused, sun-bronzed hand slid upward. Ever-so-gently it cradled my face, barely touching me as I gasped softly into his mouth.
My God.
I was kissing him back in an instant. Tilting my head to one side, as his tongue slipped past my lips and began eagerly exploring my mouth. His body was pure, unadulterated heat. I could feel it radiating outward as he all but pressed himself against me, stopping only to take one of my hands and then reposition it, trembli
ng, on one of his naked hips.
Ohhhh…
Our kiss became a makeout session, as we went at each other hungrily. No words were exchanged. Nothing really needed to be said. It was only Jacob’s lips on mine, his loving hand on my cheek. Our tongues swirling hotly together, as we consummated our mutual attraction by immersing it in good old unstoppable lust.
Serena!
Not even the voice of reason could keep me from sliding the hand on his hip upward and over. I enjoyed every inch of his hard, youthful body, until my fingers were splayed in five different directions across one side of his magnificent chest.
I could feel his heart thundering beneath my palm; his pulse slow, steady, powerful. His other hand went to my waist and squeezed me tight, locking me in place as he devoured my mouth. I whimpered and moaned, writhing happily against his lips, but my noises of pleasure only made him more voracious.
And then just as suddenly as it all began, it was over. Our kiss broke, leaving me hanging on my tiptoes as Jacob took a step backward. Only the very tips of his fingers still touched my face.
“Serena?”
“Yes?” I breathed.
“See you next week.”