him access to her throat. He drizzled kisses there, wetting her skin and catching the coolness of the outside air.
Her senses spiraling out of control, she barely felt the sash to her robe coming undone. It hung now from her shoulders, exposing her chemise. “I’ve seen you without this robe, Tess. I want to see you again.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, but when she reopened them Clint’s eyes were on her, his hot gaze ready to devour her.
He touched the skin just above the lace of her chemise, his fingers teasing the valley between her breasts until she nearly cried out for more. He witnessed her desire and drew a deep breath, then thumbed one nipple, flicking the tip until it puckered up from under the material. She flinched, and that ache between her legs intensified with hot, fiery waves, her want undeniable.
Her breaths came rapidly now, her heart pounding.
“Lay with me,” he whispered. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
For a moment she wanted nothing more but to lay with him. To give in to him. To let him take her. But his words stopped her cold. She took a good long look into his gleaming eyes before she removed his hand from her breast and retied the sash to her robe.
Clint didn’t really want her. He wanted to best his father—to show Hoyt up and lay claim to his widow. The cool splash of reality brought her to her senses. She stepped away from him. “I’ve known a real man, Clint.”
He stared at her, his lips quirking up. “Don’t be a fool, Tess.”
Her lips burned for his kiss and every bone in her body ached for his touch. Yet, there wasn’t anything real about Clint.
He was a deceiver and a vengeful man.
She smiled with great remorse. “I almost was a fool… just now. ”
Clint watched her leave, her head held high, her body straight, but the slight tremble in her strides told him what he needed to know.
He spun around and headed back to the corral, shaking off sensations that rippled through him like a forceful downriver stream.
For a minute Tess had made him forget she was his father’s widow. He’d almost forgotten his purpose in coming back to the ranch. But he wouldn’t soon forget holding her in his arms and kissing her. He wouldn’t forget the liberties she’d granted him or his instant arousal when he’d touched her skin and fondled her breasts, making her breaths catch and her body melt.
Leaning against the fence post, he focused instead on the stallion, who had settled down, unaware of Clint’s presence. He’d never come up against an animal with such a strong will. Clint’s gift for bringing animals into his circle of trust seemed nonexistent with this one stallion. But he wouldn’t give up.
The golden animal he’d named Sunset wouldn’t best him.
They’d come to an understanding soon.
The twitch in his pants reminded him of another stubborn creature. Only he had no plans to tame Tess.
No, he wanted her wild and wanton.
Both horse and woman posed a challenge, and he wouldn’t cease until he’d achieved his goals.
Shortly after, Clint went inside and climbed the stairs. He entered the hallway, the house and surroundings quiet but for the sound of his boots scraping against the wooden floors.
He still tasted Tess’s sweetened breath on his mouth, and her fragrant scent lingered in his nostrils. He’d pulled her against the barn, and she’d gone willingly, flowing into him from his slightest tug. Her body had pressed to his and sparked quick, hot desire. That desire hadn’t waned or ebbed but rather embedded within him.
He stopped outside her door. Put his hand on her doorknob. Listened.
The silence in her room irked him.
She slept.
She would lay with him one night—he would make sure of it. But it wouldn’t be tonight.
He continued down the hallway and entered his room. He set his hat on a hook, sat on his bed, ready to remove his boots, when a flash of light caught his eye. He turned fully to look out his
Her senses spiraling out of control, she barely felt the sash to her robe coming undone. It hung now from her shoulders, exposing her chemise. “I’ve seen you without this robe, Tess. I want to see you again.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, but when she reopened them Clint’s eyes were on her, his hot gaze ready to devour her.
He touched the skin just above the lace of her chemise, his fingers teasing the valley between her breasts until she nearly cried out for more. He witnessed her desire and drew a deep breath, then thumbed one nipple, flicking the tip until it puckered up from under the material. She flinched, and that ache between her legs intensified with hot, fiery waves, her want undeniable.
Her breaths came rapidly now, her heart pounding.
“Lay with me,” he whispered. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
For a moment she wanted nothing more but to lay with him. To give in to him. To let him take her. But his words stopped her cold. She took a good long look into his gleaming eyes before she removed his hand from her breast and retied the sash to her robe.
Clint didn’t really want her. He wanted to best his father—to show Hoyt up and lay claim to his widow. The cool splash of reality brought her to her senses. She stepped away from him. “I’ve known a real man, Clint.”
He stared at her, his lips quirking up. “Don’t be a fool, Tess.”
Her lips burned for his kiss and every bone in her body ached for his touch. Yet, there wasn’t anything real about Clint.
He was a deceiver and a vengeful man.
She smiled with great remorse. “I almost was a fool… just now. ”
Clint watched her leave, her head held high, her body straight, but the slight tremble in her strides told him what he needed to know.
He spun around and headed back to the corral, shaking off sensations that rippled through him like a forceful downriver stream.
For a minute Tess had made him forget she was his father’s widow. He’d almost forgotten his purpose in coming back to the ranch. But he wouldn’t soon forget holding her in his arms and kissing her. He wouldn’t forget the liberties she’d granted him or his instant arousal when he’d touched her skin and fondled her breasts, making her breaths catch and her body melt.
Leaning against the fence post, he focused instead on the stallion, who had settled down, unaware of Clint’s presence. He’d never come up against an animal with such a strong will. Clint’s gift for bringing animals into his circle of trust seemed nonexistent with this one stallion. But he wouldn’t give up.
The golden animal he’d named Sunset wouldn’t best him.
They’d come to an understanding soon.
The twitch in his pants reminded him of another stubborn creature. Only he had no plans to tame Tess.
No, he wanted her wild and wanton.
Both horse and woman posed a challenge, and he wouldn’t cease until he’d achieved his goals.
Shortly after, Clint went inside and climbed the stairs. He entered the hallway, the house and surroundings quiet but for the sound of his boots scraping against the wooden floors.
He still tasted Tess’s sweetened breath on his mouth, and her fragrant scent lingered in his nostrils. He’d pulled her against the barn, and she’d gone willingly, flowing into him from his slightest tug. Her body had pressed to his and sparked quick, hot desire. That desire hadn’t waned or ebbed but rather embedded within him.
He stopped outside her door. Put his hand on her doorknob. Listened.
The silence in her room irked him.
She slept.
She would lay with him one night—he would make sure of it. But it wouldn’t be tonight.
He continued down the hallway and entered his room. He set his hat on a hook, sat on his bed, ready to remove his boots, when a flash of light caught his eye. He turned fully to look out his
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