He found her in the kitchen, her skirt exchanged for a pair of faded blue jeans. Standing at the stove, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a bright smile. "Hey. How's the horse?" "Same as this morning." He shucked his coat, tossed it on the chair and wandered into the kitchen. The hearty smell of meat and potatoes permeated the air, blending with the aroma of gravy. Curious, he moved behind her to investigate the dishes on the stove and slid an arm around her waist. The fragile skin of her neck beckoned. Drawn by its call, he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to the side of her throat. She shivered. "Smells good," he commented in a low voice. Jesse leaned her head on his shoulder and settled her hand atop his arm. Lingering in his embrace, her lashes fluttered shut as she let out a quiet sigh. "So do you." Clint dusted his mouth along the length of her neck. "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you," he whispered. At her earlobe, he paused to draw it between his teeth and give it a gentle tug.
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