Free Seducing the Innkeeper (At First Sight Book 3) by Janet Lane-Walters

inched the zipper down. His erection sprang free. As she pulled his jeans over his hips his growl sent a wave of desire through her.
    Mark kicked off his sneakers. As he pulled off his jeans he removed his socks. His gaze roamed over her body. “You are perfect.”
    Christa ran a finger over his erection. “You’re not so bad either.” Her hand curled around him. She loved the intent look in his eyes. She knelt. “Let me taste you.”
    “Be my guest.”
    She ran her tongue along his shaft and circled over the tip. She slid her lips over and drew him slowly inside.
    “Enough,” Mark cried. “I’m primed and ready to explode. I want to be in you.”
    She walked to the bed. “Last night I lay here thinking about us and that great weekend and the awful ending.” Her hands caressed his chest. She saw desire in his eyes. One of his hands slid over her belly.
    Mark knelt between her legs. He held himself. “I’ve something better than just thinking.”
    Jolts of erotic currents rolled through her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips. “Mark, oh, Mark.” Her dries turned to gasps. She was poised on the edge of an explosion. He thrust three times and erupted at the same time as a climax shuddered through her. As her breathing slowed, aftershocks rippled.
    Mark gazed into her eyes. “Ready for another go?”
    She stroked his sweat covered chest. “Even you aren’t that hungry.”
    He chuckled. “I know but it’s a good thought.” He pulled her close and kissed her gently. “With you each time is an adventure and more potent.”
    “I know.” Sadness crept into her thoughts. The together time would end. She must let him return to his life. Though he would visit Davy, how long would his desire for her last?”
    “We need to do something about this attraction,” he said. “I want years with you.”
    “Do you mean that?” How could she be less skeptical? Did he mean to turn each visit with Davy into a sexual encounter with her?
    “I do. Give me a moment to recover.”
    She tried to hide the forming tears. “You’re insatiable.”
    “Probably.” He leaned on one elbow and stared at her. “First we need to talk.”
    Knowing what he would say she nodded. Was this the beginning of the end?
    He clasped her hand. “We’ve been very active and I haven’t used protection. Have you?”
    “I’ve had no reason to use birth control.”
    He placed their joined hands on her abdomen. “You know what happened years ago. That’s not an option today. Marry me.”
    Christa drew a deep breath. “How? I live and work here. You live in New York. Until I find a buyer for the inn I’m stuck. I want to go back to college and finish my degree. A long distance marriage isn’t a good idea.”
    “You’ve got that.” He kissed he tip of her nose. “You don’t need to stay here until the inn sells. You don’t even have to sell. Find someone to manage the inn. Have one of the cottages or the house set aside so we can visit once a month.” He kissed her lightly. “We’d better shower and get ready for our lunch date.”
    “You’re right about that.” She pressed her face against his chest. “As for your other plans, I need time to think.”
     
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    Mark stepped into the shower and reached for the soap. When the door opened wide enough to admit Christa he captured her for a kiss. “Wish we had more time.”
    “We don’t but if you wash my back I’ll do yours. You have no idea what a luxury that can be.”
    “I have a good idea.” He took the cloth from her. “There’s no one to do mine either.” He rubbed the soapy cloth over her back and bent to kiss her shoulders. As the warm water rinsed the lather away his lips moved along her spine. He felt her response and wished they had more time to explore.
    “Why such a big shower? Four people could fit comfortably.”
    “My father’s idea. During the ski season he rented the house. Four bedrooms, three with bunk beds. Two pullouts in the family