"Reed knelt to help.
Warmth raced through Chastity as Reed hunched down behind her and took her hands in his. 'I know you can do it, but let me help,' he said, his faith almost her undoing. His face beside hers became an unwanted distraction, yet she could not move away. He shaped his hands over hers and around the cow's udders, and time seemed to stop.
Chastity forgot what she was doing, until Reed manipulated, with sure touch and a surer knowledge, her hands on the cow's udders. By some miracle, milk began to fill the pail.
She thought Reed would let go once the milk started to flow, but he did not, and Chastity closed her eyes to savor the moment. The rhythm, almost harsh, went on, mesmerizing in its slow endless drone. Steam rose to warm their clasped hands. The earth smelled new, mixed with hay, animals, and man.
Reed leaned closer, his arm abrading the side of her breast with each pull. Chastity bit her lip to stifle the moan rising in her throat. His hands, moist from warm steam, caressed hers. He turned his head, to regard her, and she saw every facet -- in every shade of gold God created -- in eyes that would make an artist weep to capture.
His breath stroked the side of her face; she shifted to feel it along her neck.
Had he noticed? Had he moved just a bit closer, himself?
Milk filling the pail became a soothing pulse, no longer harsh, but calming. Chastity's heart trebled its cadence. She had never been more aware of herself as a woman, of her body, her heart, than right now."
Unmistakable Rogue -- Annette Blair