Free Wild Lilly by Ann Mayburn Page A

good had come from the damage Mr. Krisp had done to the window. A nice breeze now blew in and cooled the air.
    “This place really is run down,” Paul muttered and inspected the chair before he gingerly lowered himself into it. He took a small bowl of strawberries out of the basket along with some cheese and dark bread.
    Her back stiffened as she sat next to him. She was tired of people picking on her school. It took a lot of hard work to clean it up as much as she did, and she didn’t have the carpentry skills to do major repairs. If she was back home she could have asked her family, but she had no one to count on out here. The thought made her melancholy and her voice had a chill to it when she spoke. “We do our best with what we have.”
    He didn’t reply, just gazed at her lips in a most distracting manner. The sound of the children playing outside faded until her entire world focused on Paul.
    “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in a low voice and leaned in closer until she could smell his unique scent of leather and clean skin. Her heart skipped a beat when his warm hand smoothed over her knee beneath the desk. “I keep remembering the taste of that sweet mouth of yours.”
    Totally unnerved, she popped a strawberry between her lips. Thank you seemed an inadequate response, but when she looked in his eyes, her mind was reduced to single words. The sweet and tart taste burst over her tongue and she grabbed another one.
    She became aware of Paul staring at her as she chewed the strawberry and swallowed it with an almost audible gulp. Before she could draw a breath, his lips were on hers, stroking and opening her mouth to share the sweetness of the berry.
    Good God, could this man kiss. Long and slow sweeps of his tongue made her tighten her thighs. His hand on her knee moved up a bit until she froze. Backing off, he turned the kiss gentle, slow and delicious enough to make her moan. Their lips moved against each other, and she enjoyed the rub of his stubble against her cheeks.
    He released her lips and shifted, rearranging his erection in his jeans. She watched with wide eyes, then blushed and ducked her head when he gave her a devilish grin.
    “Have you ever touched a man before?”
    She tilted her nose and tried for a frosty look. “I believe I was just touching you.”
    Low and deep, his chuckle made her nipples harden. Watching her, he lazily ran his hand over his erection, pausing to grip it and reveal the round shape of the head of his cock through the jeans. She wanted those hands moving over her body and wished with all her heart that she hadn’t stopped him earlier.
    “Give me your hand.”
    She held her hand out expecting a kiss, and he gently lowered it toward his groin, giving her plenty of time to pull back. Instead of retreating, she trembled as she touched his erection through the thin material. His wide shaft was a firm heat in her grip, and his breath came out in a hiss as she ran her hand over it and squeezed. The sound of his excitement brought a smile to her lips and made her pussy wet with cream.
    Experimenting, she traced her fingertips over the head of his cock, scraping her nails lightly against the fabric. He leaned back to give her better access, and watched her through half-hooded eyes. There was something powerful about being trusted with his body like this. He left her free to explore as she wished and she leaned forward, capturing his lips as she stroked him.
    “Lilly,” he breathed against her mouth, the scent of strawberries filling her nose. Their tongues darted apart and he reached down, placing his hand over hers and showing her how he liked to be stroked. The combination of his rough skin above her hand and his hard cock below made her groan against his mouth. His hips began to move in time to their strokes, and she delighted in his hungry kisses.
    The sound of the bell ringing made them jerk apart and she fell out of her chair.
    He gaped at her as she