Page 87 of Second Time Around

“Okay, that does it.”

The next thing she knew, he yanked on the hose and pulled her forward. She smacked into his hard chest, and the hose flew up in the air, showering them both with water.

She sputtered and pushed against his chest, but he didn’t let her go. The cold water soaked her hair and clothes and puddled at her feet. “Let go of me,” she growled.

Finally, he pointed the hose away from them, but he still held her tightly around the waist.

“Look at me, Jen,” he said gruffly.

She was afraid that if she didn’t, he’d turn the hose on them again. When she met his eyes, they were sparking with desire and other emotions she refused to acknowledge.

Her throat felt tight, and her entire body thrummed with adrenaline. Her breasts, pressed against his hard pecs, tingled, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

“We should go inside and get dried off,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

She could only nod as she’d lost her will to fight. Now all she could think about was surrendering.

Taking her by the hand, he led her up to the house, pausing to turn off the spigot on the way. She shivered, partly from the cold water on her warm skin, but mostly because of him.

They entered the mudroom, where he stopped, bent down, and removed her shoes. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.