was the full-face mask. It had been replaced by the kind of mask like the one worn by the Lone
Ranger. Beneath the Stetson was silky black that curled low on his neck. Behind the eyeholes, those
amber orbs were smoldering.
She watched, unable to move, as he shrugged away the saddlebags, letting them drop to the chair beside
the door. Her heart began to pound as he took off his hat and laid it atop the saddlebags.
“I’ve come a long way to find you, Sara,” he said in a low voice and his hands went to the buckle of the
gun belt.
Silkie took a step backward, dragging in shallow breaths as she watched him remove the gun belt.
“If he wants to fight for you, I’m willing.”
She thrilled to his words, beginning to shiver as he lay the gun belt aside and began pulling the tail of his
shirt from his gabardine britches.
She took another step back, then another as he began unbuttoning the cuffs of his long-sleeve black shirt.
His eyes were locked on hers.
“I’ll kill any man who thinks he can take you away from me.”
Her knees were weak as those words sank into her feverish mind. His hands were on the front of his
shirt, working the buttons until the dark fabric hung open. Then the belt circling his britches was
unhooked and drawn slowly from the loops.
“Oh, lord,” Silkie muttered, taking another step away from the purposeful glint in those golden eyes. She
glanced down at her bare feet and instinctively put one atop the other like a little girl.
“Come here,” he said, unfastening the button at the top of his britches, “and I’ll make you forget he ever
existed.”
She shook her head, backing away from him, suddenly very leery of this tall, dangerous man with the
low, commanding voice. When her back met the wall behind her, her eyes flared and she would have
darted away but he was on her quicker than she could move, his body pressed to hers. Before she could
push him away, he had her wrists in his hands and was lifting her arms, anchoring her hands to either side
of her head, leaning into her.
“Do you want me to get rid of him?” he asked.
Silkie could feel his hot breath against her cheek as he pushed his lower body against hers. The hard
bulge of his erection made her groan.
“Do you want me to fight him?”
“Who?” she managed to whisper, lost in the headiness of his nearness.
“If he touches you again, I’ll slit his worthless throat,” Sean said in a menacing tone.
She felt his lips on the side of her neck and gave herself up to the glorious feel of his tongue dragging
across the span of her throat, delving into the hollow where an erratic heartbeat pulsed, flicking at the
underside of her chin.
His right hand slid slowly down her upraised arm until his palm was flattened over her silk-clad breast.
His fingers gently cupped her, his thumb grazing the bud that leapt to life at the touch.
“I have searched for you all my life,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I won’t ever let you go.
Don’t even try to leave me, Sara.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he slanted his lips across hers and his tongue thrust possessively
inside. The very force of the kiss threatened to sweep her legs out from under her. She sagged against the
wall, sucking in a harsh breath through her nose when he shoved his leg between hers and braced her
body on his hard thigh. The heat of his flesh through the rough gabardine, the rigidity of his limb pushed
against her throbbing core, the press of his chest against her united to mold her to him as though they
were one entity.
“Love me,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips dragging from her mouth to her cheek. “I need you to love
me.”
Silkie could hear immense need in Sean’s words. His voice was filled with a longing she responded to
deep in her soul. She had felt his hunger in the passionate press of his lips upon hers. She had tasted it on
his tongue, upon the fullness of his full lips.
“This isn’t a
Ranger. Beneath the Stetson was silky black that curled low on his neck. Behind the eyeholes, those
amber orbs were smoldering.
She watched, unable to move, as he shrugged away the saddlebags, letting them drop to the chair beside
the door. Her heart began to pound as he took off his hat and laid it atop the saddlebags.
“I’ve come a long way to find you, Sara,” he said in a low voice and his hands went to the buckle of the
gun belt.
Silkie took a step backward, dragging in shallow breaths as she watched him remove the gun belt.
“If he wants to fight for you, I’m willing.”
She thrilled to his words, beginning to shiver as he lay the gun belt aside and began pulling the tail of his
shirt from his gabardine britches.
She took another step back, then another as he began unbuttoning the cuffs of his long-sleeve black shirt.
His eyes were locked on hers.
“I’ll kill any man who thinks he can take you away from me.”
Her knees were weak as those words sank into her feverish mind. His hands were on the front of his
shirt, working the buttons until the dark fabric hung open. Then the belt circling his britches was
unhooked and drawn slowly from the loops.
“Oh, lord,” Silkie muttered, taking another step away from the purposeful glint in those golden eyes. She
glanced down at her bare feet and instinctively put one atop the other like a little girl.
“Come here,” he said, unfastening the button at the top of his britches, “and I’ll make you forget he ever
existed.”
She shook her head, backing away from him, suddenly very leery of this tall, dangerous man with the
low, commanding voice. When her back met the wall behind her, her eyes flared and she would have
darted away but he was on her quicker than she could move, his body pressed to hers. Before she could
push him away, he had her wrists in his hands and was lifting her arms, anchoring her hands to either side
of her head, leaning into her.
“Do you want me to get rid of him?” he asked.
Silkie could feel his hot breath against her cheek as he pushed his lower body against hers. The hard
bulge of his erection made her groan.
“Do you want me to fight him?”
“Who?” she managed to whisper, lost in the headiness of his nearness.
“If he touches you again, I’ll slit his worthless throat,” Sean said in a menacing tone.
She felt his lips on the side of her neck and gave herself up to the glorious feel of his tongue dragging
across the span of her throat, delving into the hollow where an erratic heartbeat pulsed, flicking at the
underside of her chin.
His right hand slid slowly down her upraised arm until his palm was flattened over her silk-clad breast.
His fingers gently cupped her, his thumb grazing the bud that leapt to life at the touch.
“I have searched for you all my life,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I won’t ever let you go.
Don’t even try to leave me, Sara.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he slanted his lips across hers and his tongue thrust possessively
inside. The very force of the kiss threatened to sweep her legs out from under her. She sagged against the
wall, sucking in a harsh breath through her nose when he shoved his leg between hers and braced her
body on his hard thigh. The heat of his flesh through the rough gabardine, the rigidity of his limb pushed
against her throbbing core, the press of his chest against her united to mold her to him as though they
were one entity.
“Love me,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips dragging from her mouth to her cheek. “I need you to love
me.”
Silkie could hear immense need in Sean’s words. His voice was filled with a longing she responded to
deep in her soul. She had felt his hunger in the passionate press of his lips upon hers. She had tasted it on
his tongue, upon the fullness of his full lips.
“This isn’t a
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