Adam, Devils on Horseback: Generations, Book 1 by Beth Williamson Read Free Book Online

because he couldn’t keep his eyes on the road. The sad part of that was, he couldn’t remember what he’d been thinking about before the accident. Stupid, foolish choice.
    “Thank you for keeping me company.” He spoke to the trees instead of her.
    “You’re welcome.” She took in a deep breath. “You have a beautiful town. And I enjoyed your company.” She didn’t look at him either. What was that foolishness?
    “I need to wash up at the well pump. Mama refuses to let me in the house when I’m all sweaty and dirty.” He had carried his shirt back, now realizing the reason she might be avoiding his gaze. Adam tried to jam his arms into the shirt, but his toolbox slipped from his grasp and hit the ground, scattering his hammers, chisels and little bits of rock everywhere.
    “Oh no!” She leaned down at the same time he did.
    Unfortunately he was caught up in his sleeve and couldn’t move fast enough to stop her. His head slammed into hers with enough force to make stars burst across his vision. She yelped and fell backwards, while he held his head with one hand and tried to extract his hand from the goddamn shirt.
    “That hurt.”
    “Surely two heads can’t be that hard.” She clutched her head, sprawled on the ground, her skirt hiked up to her knees. Two very feminine ankles and calves were visible. A bird-shaped birthmark winked from near her right knee.
    He staggered back and averted his gaze, not wanting to embarrass her. Plus his damn head hurt.
    “I’m sorry, Eve.”
    “It’s my fault as much as yours.” She tugged her skirt down and got to her knees, then started cleaning up his tools.
    He moved to intercept her but then stopped himself before they banged their heads together again. “Let me do that, please.”
    “I need to do something.” Her voice was low and tight.
    “Pardon?”
    “I can’t sit idle and do nothing. I am used to spending my days busy—working, cleaning, performing, sewing. I need to have a task.” Her brown hair had come loose from its braid and swung as she scrambled to pick up his tools and put them back in the toolbox neatly.
    He was again reminded that he hadn’t given a thought to how she was feeling or what she needed. Adam wasn’t a selfish ass by nature, but he was well on his way to achieving that distinction.
    “I’m sorry, Eve.” He took her hands and pulled them away from the tools. Her dark-blue eyes watched him warily. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips moist from a swipe of her tongue.
    His body tightened with arousal, attraction and need. Adam was a normal man with normal desires.
    Kiss her.
    Her lips were plump and red, the top lip slightly smaller than the bottom. The late day sun caressed the side of her neck.
    Kiss her.
    Adam leaned closer, a mere inches from her mouth. She stared at his lips.
    “I’m going to kiss you.”
    She closed her eyes.
    He brushed his mouth over hers, a light touch. She was softer than anything he’d ever felt before. She smelled of something exotic, perhaps a flower or plant she used on her skin or hair. He kissed her again, fitting his mouth over hers. Adam lost himself in the sensation of kissing her, of tasting the essence of Eve.
    He wanted to pull her into his arms, press against her to ease the ache in his cock. It throbbed against his trousers, eager to find pleasure with the woman in front of him. He beat back the urges and kept his touches easy, no matter how loudly his body howled.
    Adam was responsible for her and he couldn’t take advantage of her. His father had taught him how to be a gentleman, even if sometimes the lessons were difficult to accept. Now, as a grown man, Adam saw the wisdom of restraint, whereas at thirteen, all he wanted to do was run wild.
    He pulled back, ending the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and he fell into their depths. The color was like the night sky, full of different shades of beautiful blue.
    Then she spoke. “Are you going to marry me?”
    Eve could have bitten her