Free Devils on Horseback: Lee, Book 4 by Beth Williamson

like it had been before the war. It was an ache deep in his chest that could bring tears to his eyes.
    He scratched at the stump of his arm and recognized the stark reminder that life would never be the way it was, no matter how hard he might wish for it. God couldn’t give back an arm, and he sure as hell couldn’t make life from the ashes of Lee’s soul.
    The door to the house opened and he turned, expecting Genevieve to wave him inside for the tub. His melancholy meanderings must’ve made him slower than molasses because he had to blink twice before he realized that she was only wearing a towel.
    Holy shit.
    His arousal, partially sated by his own hand, roared to life like a locomotive. He stood frozen in place, unsure of exactly what he should do. She saved him the trouble of deciding when she turned to look at him.
    The first thing he noticed was she was flushed, and he wasn’t sure if it was entirely from the hot water. The second thing was, her mouth was slightly open as if she was breathing hard. His heart slammed against his rib cage and he swallowed hard.
    “Miz Blanchard?” he managed to croak.
    “Genny please, call me Genny.” She fiddled with the towel under her arm, but she kept her focus on him. “Do you want to come inside now?”
    Jesus, please us, that was a question with a hundred meanings. Lee’s body, however, knew what meaning he wanted it to be.
    Genny.
    Yes, that fit her better than Genevieve, a mouthful of French name he had trouble wrapping his tongue around. No doubt he’d have no trouble with her breasts though. They strained against the towel, the nipples obviously hard beneath the material.
    “Mr. Blackwood?” She cleared her throat. “Lee?”
    Without a sound, he strode toward her and she backed into the house. By the time she was through the doorway, he was right in front of her, his body more than ready. After he closed the door behind him, he wasn’t sure what to do next, until she dropped the towel and he dropped to his knees.
    Her breasts were beautiful up close, the dark pink nipples tight and begging for attention. He cupped the left one, the weight perfect in his palm, and swept his thumb across the turgid peak. She hissed in a breath, which became a strangled moan when his mouth closed around the right.
    “God, yes.” Her whispered exclamation let Lee know he was doing it right.
    He laved the nipple, then skimmed it across his bottom teeth, before he gently bit it. She trembled at his touch, and a sheen of perspiration broke out across her beautiful skin. As he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth and tugged, her knees almost gave way. She stopped herself by grabbing his shoulders.
    “Bedroom.”
    He didn’t need to know which one. No doubt the brat was sleeping in her own room, which left Genny’s room. He hoped the door had a lock because he planned on being naked with her for a few hours and didn’t want any interruptions.
    When Lee scooped her up with his right arm, she let out a short squeak but quickly wrapped her legs around him, pressing her damp cunt into his belly. He could feel the heat through the fabric and could think of no other moisture he wanted christening his shirt. Her breasts pressed into his chest, the nipples reminding him they were still in need of attention.
    “Lee.” She breathed his name and he looked up at her. Her pupils were wide with arousal and her cheeks were still flushed. Genny wasn’t plain at all—he’d been completely wrong about that. She was stunningly beautiful with her wide mouth and cinnamon-kissed freckles, and her expressive brown eyes told him everything he needed to know.
    She’d been hurt, probably physically and emotionally, and still she was so damn strong. Yet it seemed as though she needed him just as much as he needed her. Genny was more like him than he even imagined.
    Lee stepped through the door to his room, and she gently closed it behind him. He set her on her feet, and the feel of her body sliding