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He immediately pulled away, setting her gently back on her feet. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry. I told you—I want you to touch me.”
“But I’m so much bigger than you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He was right about the size difference of course, but she suspected it wasn’t the only reason for his hesitation. Deciding he’d overcome enough hurdles for one day, she simply smiled up at him.
“I know you’d never, ever hurt me.” She hoped he could hear the conviction in her voice. “Now when do you want to start?”
“Tomorrow,” he said gruffly. “I’ll think about your ideas tonight.”
“All right, but I hope that’s not all you think about tonight.”
She deliberately trailed her hand over his erection as she turned to go, smiling when he groaned and his cock jerked beneath her touch.Soon, she promised herself as she walked back to her cottage.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lila’s words echoed in Torin’s mind all night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looked at him when she talked about his carvings, as if he could do anything. As if he were someone special, not just the lumberjack everyone had always assumed he was. As much as he’d resisted the idea at first, the more he thought about the library project, the more he wanted it. He’d always had a soft spot for children, and the idea of giving them something magical delighted him.
It also helped to distract him from the memory of her touch. He’d nearly come just from the feel of her soft little hand on his aching cock. His control had been hanging by a thread and when her hand brushed over him, it had almost snapped. He’d wanted to lift her up, carry her to his bed, and bury himself in her. And the worst part was, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t have stopped him. He could have lost himself in her, but she was so small in comparison. How could he possibly take her the way he wanted to without hurting her?
He groaned, his seemingly ever-present erection throbbing as he remembered the feel of her body against his. Even thinkingabout her was enough to make his cock pulse. An ice cold shower didn’t help and neither did his own hand. He sighed and tucked his aching cock into his jeans, then hurried out to feed Mabel and tidy up his workshop.
The thought of her in his workshop again, her sweet scent filling the air, made him both eager and nervous, his tail flicking anxiously. He knew she would never mock him, but the thought of her watching him work left him feeling vulnerable. He did his best to push it aside as he caught the sound of footsteps on the path. She was early.
He opened the door to watch her approach. She was wearing a short painted-splattered coverall that clung to her curves and left her creamy legs temptingly bare, and her wild mane of hair was caught up in a provocative ponytail. She looked both ridiculously adorable and unbelievably sexy.
Mabel trotted over to greet her and she bent down to pet the goat, her face soft and warm. Her expression softened even further when she looked up and saw him watching her.
“Morning, grumpy,” she called cheerfully. “I brought breakfast. And coffee. Lots of coffee.”
“Hmph,” he grunted automatically, and felt himself melt when she beamed at him.
“Ready to get started?”
As soon as they entered the workshop, her whole attitude changed. She became serious and focused, studying the wood he’d pulled out, before nodding approvingly.
“I think that will work.”
She spread her sketches across the workbench he’d cleared for her, the rough sketches of the previous day now carefully detailed.
“Did you spend all night working on these?” he asked. She shrugged, then gave him a teasing smile.
“I needed something to distract me.”
“Distract you? Why?”
She stepped closer and his nostrils flared at the familiar scent of her arousal. His cock hardened, but his heart beat faster with a confusing mix of hope and fear.
“Because you have me so worked up, I can’t think straight. It’s a shame you can’t help me with that.”
She turned back to her sketches without waiting for a response, leaving him frozen in place. Could he do that? Just give her pleasure? He wouldn’t have to worry about his size or his strength if all he was doing was satisfying her.As long as I can restrain myself.He tucked the thought aside to consider later, and focused on their project.
He listened as she explained the concept for each mural, asking occasional questions, his mind already translating her ideas into wood and form.
By midday, they were working in a comfortable silence, broken only by the scratch of her pencil on paper and the rhythmic sounds of his tools shaping wood. Occasionally she would rise from her stool and stretch, coming to watch over his shoulder as he carved. Her closeness was both distracting and deeply satisfying.
“May I?” she asked, gesturing to the rough outline he was working on for the Narnia doorway—an intricate lamp post wreathed in pine branches.
