Excerpt from Winning the Duke
Seeing a woman on her hands and knees tending to the plants had him stopping in his tracks. Her round bottom was framed as her gown had been tightly tucked under her knees. The sight shot a stab of longing through his body. For far too long he’d survived without pleasant female companionship.
Normally he would have moved on and left the woman in peace, but something in the weather or the bitter memories changed that.
“Good afternoon,” he said before he could stop himself.
When her head twisted back to look at him, she gasped, then jumped up as joy crossed her face. A face he recognized.
“Braiden!” she exclaimed as she threw herself into his arms.
The feeling of Grace’s warm body pressing against him left him speechless. Although not the first time she’d hugged him, his reaction now felt very different. The comfort her arms offered reached a long forgotten part of him.
Gripping her tightly against him, he buried his face in her hair. She smelled of sunshine, flowers, and the earth she’d been tending. As she shifted in his embrace, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, hitting him with lust.
Immediately he dropped his arms and stepped back. Grace had breasts?
Seeing a woman on her hands and knees tending to the plants had him stopping in his tracks. Her round bottom was framed as her gown had been tightly tucked under her knees. The sight shot a stab of longing through his body. For far too long he’d survived without pleasant female companionship.
Normally he would have moved on and left the woman in peace, but something in the weather or the bitter memories changed that.
“Good afternoon,” he said before he could stop himself.
When her head twisted back to look at him, she gasped, then jumped up as joy crossed her face. A face he recognized.
“Braiden!” she exclaimed as she threw herself into his arms.
The feeling of Grace’s warm body pressing against him left him speechless. Although not the first time she’d hugged him, his reaction now felt very different. The comfort her arms offered reached a long forgotten part of him.
Gripping her tightly against him, he buried his face in her hair. She smelled of sunshine, flowers, and the earth she’d been tending. As she shifted in his embrace, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, hitting him with lust.
Immediately he dropped his arms and stepped back. Grace had breasts?