One Good Deed Deserves a Lover by Merry Farmer

She bit her lip, a sure sign that what she wasn’t saying was more important than anything she had said. “Is something bothering you?” he asked, his voice quiet and gentle so that only she could hear it, even though the closest swimmers were only yards away.Ĭallie’s glance flickered up to him. Callie stared at the ripples in the water. But Shannon was absolutely the right kind of girl and,” he struggled with whether he should be sharing, “to be quite honest, I believe she enjoyed it as much as I did.”Īn awkward silence pooled between them. “As a young man I was told that the right kind of girl, frankly, abhorred that kind of intimacy. John frowned as he watched the play of strange, new emotions on her face, but went on. The red of her cheeks took on a different feel. “I don’t know how you were raised,” he continued in as soothing a voice as he could manage, “but if it was anything like the way I was raised, it was with a great deal of taboo and even fear around the topic. “I… um… yes.” The furious blush on her cheeks was so charming and attractive that John’s groin tightened in response. And I assume by ‘needs’ you’re referring to… the need for intimacy.” “But I believe that’s true of all people, men and women.” When he came up, he took a deep breath, slicking back his hair and blinking. He handed the soap back to Callie and ducked under the water to rinse his hair and buy himself time. He had to handle this carefully, tenderly, in spite of the fact that all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and show her how strong his needs were. It was all John could do not to let his senses run riot and spill heat through his body, which would only complicate things. “I’ve always been told, as long as I can remember, that men have certain… needs. She continued to squirm around her thoughts, not meeting his eyes.

Gently, so she didn’t think he was laughing at her. “John,” she began hesitantly as he scrubbed suds through his over-long hair. Patience was the way to see this through.

John could see her thinking, could see her rolling over some problem. She handed the soap back to him while she dipped her head underwater. Callie continued washing without saying another word.

One Good Deed Deserves a Lover by Merry Farmer