A Little Bit Country: A Little Bit Country / Blackberry Summer. RaeAnne Thayne

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      “Rorie, no.” He set his mug aside and gripped her shoulders with both hands. “There’s something so intimate and...earthy in what we shared.” His eyes were intense, strangely darker. “Wanting you this way isn’t right.”

      Rorie felt a tremor work through him as he lifted his hands to her face. His callused thumbs lightly caressed her cheeks.

      “I feel like I’ve known you all my life,” he whispered hoarsely, his expression uncertain.

      “It’s...been the same for me, from the moment you stepped out of the truck.”

      Clay smiled, and Rorie thought her knees would melt. She put her coffee down and as soon as she did Clay eased her into his arms, his hands on her shoulders. Her heart stopped, then jolted back to frenzied life.

      “I’m going to kiss you....”

      He made the statement almost a question. “Yes,” she whispered, letting him know she’d welcome his touch. Her stomach fluttered as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers.

      Rorie had never wanted a man’s kiss more. His moist lips glided over hers in a series of gentle explorations. He drew her closer until their bodies were pressed tight.

      “Oh, Rorie,” he breathed, dragging his mouth from hers. “You taste so good... I was afraid of that.” His mouth found the pulse in her throat and lingered there.

      “This afternoon I thought I’d cry when the car broke down and now...now I’m glad...so glad,” she said.

      He kissed her again, nibbling on her lower lip, gently drawing it between his teeth. Rorie could hardly breathe, her heart was pounding so hard. She slumped against him, delighting in the rise and fall of his broad chest. His hands moved down her back with slow restraint, but paused when he reached the curve of her hips.

      He tensed. “I think we should say good-night.”

      A protest sprang to her lips, but before she could voice it, Clay said, “Now.”

      She looked at him, dazed. The last thing she wanted to do was leave him. “What about my coffee?”

      “That was just an excuse and we both know it.”

      Rorie said nothing.

      The silence between them seemed to throb for endless minutes.

      “Good night, Clay,” she finally whispered. She broke away, but his hand caught her fingers, and with a groan he pulled her back into his arms.

      “What the hell,” he muttered fiercely, “sending you upstairs isn’t going to help. Nothing’s going to change.”

      His words brought confusion, but Rorie didn’t question him, didn’t want to. What she longed for was the warmth and security she’d discovered in his arms.

      “Come on,” he whispered, after he’d kissed her once more. He led her through the living room and outside to the porch, where the swing moved gently in the night breeze.

      Rorie sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around her. She nestled her head against his shoulder, savoring these precious moments.

      “I’ll never forget this night.”

      “Neither will I,” Clay promised, kissing her again.

      * * *

      Rorie awoke when the sun settled on her face and refused to leave her alone. Keeping her eyes closed, she smiled contentedly, basking in the memory of her night with Clay. They’d sat on the swing and talked for hours. Talked and kissed and laughed and touched...

      Sitting up, Rorie raised her hands high above her head and stretched, arching her spine. She looked at her watch on the nightstand and was shocked to see that it was after eleven. By the time she’d climbed the stairs for bed the sky had been dappled with faint shreds of light. She suspected Clay hadn’t even bothered to sleep.

      Tossing aside the blankets, Rorie slid to the floor, anxious to shower and dress. Anxious to see him again. Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way down the stairs.

      Mary, who was dusting in the living room, nodded when she saw Rorie. Then the housekeeper resumed her task, but not before she’d muttered something about how city folks were prone to sleeping their lives away.

      “Good morning, Mary,” Rorie greeted her cheerfully.

      “’Mornin’.”

      “Where is everyone?”

      “Where they ought to be this time of day. Working.”

      “Yes, I know, but where?”

      “Outside.”

      Rorie had trouble hiding her smile.

      “I heard about you helping last night,” Mary added gruffly. “Seems you did all right for a city girl.”

      “Thank you, Mary. You don’t do half bad for a country girl, either.”

      The housekeeper seemed uncomfortable with the praise, despite the lightness of Rorie’s tone. “I suppose you want me to cook you some fancy breakfast.”

      “Good heavens, no, you’re busy. I’ll just make myself some toast.”

      “That’s hardly enough to fill a growing girl,” Mary complained.

      “It’ll suit me fine.”

      Once her toast was ready, Rorie carried it outside. If she couldn’t find Clay, she wanted to check on Nightsong.

      “Rorie.”

      She turned to discover Skip walking toward her, in animated conversation with a blonde. His girlfriend, she guessed. He waved and Rorie returned the gesture, smiling. The sun was glorious and the day held marvelous promise.

      “I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up,” Skip said.

      “I’m sorry—I don’t usually sleep this late.”

      “Clay told me how you helped him deliver Star Bright’s filly. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather when I heard.”

      Rorie nodded, her heart warming with the memory. “Well, I tried to get you up. It would’ve been easier to wake a dead man than to get you out of bed last night.”

      Skip looked slightly embarrassed. “Sorry about that, but I generally don’t wake up too easily once I’m asleep.” As he spoke, he slipped his arm around the blonde girl’s shoulders. “Rorie, I want you to meet Kate Logan.”

      “Hello, Kate.” Rorie held out a hand and Kate shook it politely.

      “Hello, Rorie,” she said. “Clay and Skip told me about your car troubles. I hope everything turns out all right for you.”

      “I’m sure it will. Do you live around here?” Rorie already knew she was going СКАЧАТЬ