Finally, as darkness fell, Rosie heard the thundering of horses’ hooves. That had to be the men.
She opened the front door and peered into the night. Sure enough, three horses approached the perimeter fence. Two of the men jumped down from their mounts and hurried toward the house while the third one, Rosie suspected it was Emmett, took the mares over to the barn.
Kenan reached her first.
“Is she…is it…I’ve been so…” He leaned over his knees and gasped for breath.
“Just get inside, you fool. Catherine is well. She’s waiting for you.”
He obeyed and Rosie turned back to the porch.
There he was. Dusty. Tired. Road weary. But as handsome as she remembered.
“Joshua,” she whispered his name then sighed as he took her into his arms. She relaxed against him, allowing his strength and vitality to form their reassuring circle around her.
“Oh Rosie, I’ve missed you so much. Has the baby arrived? Is Catherine well? Each time I’m away, it gets harder I swear.”
You have no idea…
“Yes, Catherine is very well. She and Kenan have a daughter. And how are you?” She pulled out of his embrace and looked at him. Even in the semi-darkness, with his face illuminated only by the light from within the house, his eyes seemed intense as the sky on a clear summer’s day. They burned into her, reaching down inside her and igniting her passion for him. But this would not do. She had to end this. She had to divorce herself from her feelings for him so that she could bid him farewell.
She did. It was true.
But an idea began to form. She would tell Joshua that they had no future, that he should leave and never return. But she could allow herself something before she severed their ties. Why not? If she was to experience a lifetime of suffering, an eternity of heartbreak in a cold, lonely bed, then she could give herself something first…some sweet memories to treasure for the rest of her days.
He finished unbuttoning Rosie’s housedress and gently pushed the material apart. His heart thundered at what he saw. His cock hardened and his mouth dried up. A thin cotton chemise covered her breasts and her dark nipples showed through the thin material.
“Joshua. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong sweetheart. It’s just…you’re so beautiful. I want you so much.”
“I want you too, my love.”
She sat up and he smiled at the hay caught in her hair. Her eyes shone, her lips were red and slightly parted. She didn’t appear innocent right now with her dress gaping and her come-to-bed gaze.
She shrugged her arms out of her dress and pushed it to her waist then knelt and took his hands in hers. “Do you want to continue?”
She placed his fingers on the lacing of her corset and helped him to undo the bow.
His fingers shook as he loosened the laces until he could free her from the restrictive undergarment. She lifted her arms and he slipped it over her head. If she was nervous then she wasn’t letting it show. Her sudden confidence aroused him further because it convinced him that she wanted him, that it was acceptable to do this here and now.
Joshua dropped the corset on the hay then returned his gaze to her. Through the white cotton, he could make out the perfect orbs of her breasts. He had fondled them before, shyly, over her clothing but never seen them naked. Now he would.
He reached trembling hands towards the woman he loved but stopped before he actually touched her.
“This is what I want, Joshua.”
Rosie leaned forward so that her breasts pushed into his hands. Full. Round. Warm. Soft.
“Stand up. I need to get this dress off you.” His voice was husky, so low that it was barely audible.
She did as he commanded and he tugged the dress down. She stood before him in just her chemise and stockings. He helped her out of her boots then rested his hands on the hot smooth skin of her thighs. As if reading his thoughts, Rosie slid down to her knees which meant that his hands pushed the flimsy material of her chemise up. He gasped as her upper thighs were revealed to him. No bloomers. The blood rushed through his head and he took deep gulps of air for a moment to steady himself.
When the spots had stopped dancing before his eyes, he eased Rosie onto her back again and nudged her legs apart. At the edge of the white undergarment, he could make out the shadow of dark hair which covered her sex. It took all of his strength not to whip out his cock and thrust into her instantly. But he wouldn’t do that to her. This was Rosie. The woman he adored. The woman he wanted to love and protect all his days. The fact that she had such an effect on him could only be a good thing. Not only did he love her, but desire her too. He would be gentle, tender, take things slowly.
Savor this precious moment. Their first time.
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