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inhaled sharply. “I believe I need to leave.”
    Eileen blinked in surprise. “What?”
    He turned her and held her against him, leaving no doubt as to his own interest. The heavy throb of his erection through his trousers was unmistakeable.
    “I grew up in a different time, and sex is not casual for me. When we do make love, I want to be able to turn to you time after time, not be rushed out into the world after we first connect.”
    Eileen swallowed as she remembered that she had been told that having sex was an eviction notice, more or less. Not being ready to return to her mother’s home after not even a full day, she nodded. “Right.”
    He shivered. “This is very hard for me.”
    “I can feel that.”
    Harris flexed his hands on her arms. “Funny.”
    He slid his hand between them and rubbed gently at her sex. He shuddered again. “You are so hot and getting wet already.”
    She blushed and bit her lip. “I can’t help it.”
    “I don’t want you to, but remember, the teasing goes both ways. I will see you for our picnic.” He kissed her softly and continued to stroke against the fabric covering her sex while his lips moved over hers, and he flicked his tongue into her mouth.
    She moaned and clutched at him, widening her stance as she got closer and closer to the edge of pleasure while her sex throbbed. She gasped against him, holding on as the sudden snap of tension turned into waves that rioted rapidly from the steady caress of his hand.
    Her legs quivered and she moaned as her sex gripped rhythmically for something that wasn’t there.
    Harris stopped stroking her and broke their kiss. He raised his fingers to his lips and shuddered. His voice was low and gravelly when he said, “And on that note, I will see you in the morning. Good night, Eileen.”
    She staggered back and took a seat on the bed as he left her. Her cheeks were hot from the embarrassment of him taking in her scent, but her heart was tripping wildly.
    One day in the Crossroads and she had found her mate and he was willing to take his time.
    She looked to the pillows and shivered. Sleep was not on the agenda, but she would try anyway. Eileen pried off her shoes and put them next to the bed, slipped off her slip and removed her bra. Her panties went into the hamper, and she put her dress on a hangar. She had to remove her makeup and take the pins from her hair before she could lie down. Hopefully, her body would stop replaying the sensation of his fingers between her thighs, curling upward and pressing her labia before stroking her clit. She had been wet, aching and open, and he had gone to his room.
    The only comfort she had was that he probably had his hand wrapped around his cock that very moment.
    She shuddered as that image began to form in her mind. His shoulders were wide, his chest solid with muscle and his waist was narrow. From what she had registered of his butt, it was as solid as the rest of him. His ass would flex while he stroked the length of his shaft and his face would tense when he got close to release.
    Eileen caught herself rubbing her breasts and decided a cold shower was just the thing to get her to bed. She was tired enough to sleep, but she could still smell Harris on her neck and hands. A good scrub was in order. She needed rest or she would pass out on their picnic. Now, what was she going to wear?
     
    The next morning, she was dressed in smartly tight capris and a fitted buttoned-down shirt. She wore boat shoes and had her hair up in a ponytail. It was as put together as she was going to get. It was too difficult to hike through the woods and meadows in heels.
    She skipped down the stairs and smiled at Teebie. “Good morning.”
    “Good morning, Eileen. Muffins and bacon?”
    “Do you have scrambled eggs?”
    Teebie smiled and raised a hand. A platter of eggs appeared on her palm. “Yes, yes, I do.”
    Eileen went into the dining room and took a seat, placing her napkin across her thighs with the ease of