He shot me a wink. “I could always use more.”
We were at our spot again, near the back corner of the yard. He took a step in my direction again. Without realizing it, I took a step toward ‘our’ tree.
Serena…
I knew what he wanted because I wanted it too. I’d been thinking about it ever since last time.
“Now?” I asked, registering the look in his eye. “Here?”
“You’re not paying cash, so that’s my payment,” he shrugged. “I cut your lawn, you give me a kiss.”
My pulse quickened. Already I was on the verge of sweating, and I’d just gotten outside.
“Seem fair?”
“I— I guess.”
“You’re due for two weeks worth, by the way,” he smiled fiendishly. “I missed seeing you when I came to cut last week.”
“Sorry,” I apologized. “I was working that day.”
“Still…”
He tilted his head and leaned in, closing the space between us. His handsome face was young and flush and alive.
“My friend’s inside,” I said abruptly, lowering my voice for no particular reason. “She’ll see.”
“So?”
“So!” I hissed. “I can’t let her see this! I mean…”
His eyes locked on mine, destroying my resolve. They were big and bright and full of lust, practically exploding with the color of the sky.
“Fine,” I murmured. “Come back here though, where no one can see.”
I took three steps backwards into the woods, and Jacob followed. Twigs snapped beneath our feet. As we disappeared behind the first line of trees, I could feel my excitement growing. Excitement… and arousal. No longer did I feel like an innocent doe being chased by some sexy hunter. Instead, I felt almost like I was the one doing the hunting.
“Come here…”
I beckoned him over with a crooked finger, then slid my arms over his shoulders. Our bodies drew close, like two magnets being pulled together. We melded into one another as if made for exactly that purpose, and I actually swooned as Jacob crushed me again in his two big arms.
OOOHHHHH…
Seconds later we were kissing like two teenagers who’d been the first ones to discover the act. There were whimpers and sighs. Warm, wandering hands. Our tongues dueled hotly, as I gave in to the exquisitely satisfying pleasure of being really, really bad.
Are you, though?
Jacob’s hands slid to my ass, ending whatever internal debate there might have been. He squeezed me tight there, and I responded by moaning into his mouth. His hands were so big and strong! I imagined all the manual labor it took for them to get that way. How many holes he had to dig, how many lawns he had to cut while gripping tightly to the mower’s handle.
At the same time though, his touch was still surprisingly gentle. Before I knew it, Jacob’s hands separated. One slid upward, finding its way under my shirt and over my bra. He gave my breast a loving yet tentative squeeze, with much more in the way of reservations than he had with my ass. But his other hand…
His other hand slid downward and inward, through my thigh gap. Trapped between the warmth there, I could feel the definitive pressure of the landscaper’s fingers as they sawed gently against the bottom of my throbbing sex…
Holy shit.
Alarm bells flashed through my mind — a sure warning that I was going too far. This was more than just kissing. A lot more than the scope of our fun little agreement.
“Okay…” I whispered, reluctantly pulling back. “That’s enough… for now.”