Rocky Mountain Rogue (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 5) by Lee Savino Page B
Authors: Lee Savino
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gasped and rushed to take it, not caring that it put her back within arm's reach of her rogue.
"I took the liberty of going through one of your trunks, and packing a few essentials."
There was a hairbrush and fresh clothes—one of her more sturdy dresses, and clean underthings. "This is perfect. I thought—"
"I figured you wouldn't want to get everything dirty on the trail. A few days in the same dress didn't kill you. And now you have clean things."
"Thank you." She couldn't bring herself to be too angry with him for making her think all her trunk's contents went to Denver. She wasn't even really mad at him for omitting his real last name. In the end, he was trying to protect them both.
"You're welcome, baggage." He dropped his head closer, whispering for her ears alone "Although I can't say it was a harsh chore, sifting through your lady things. A pity the trunk did go to Denver; I should've liked to see you in all of them."
At the thought of him rifling through her chemises and intimate silks, heat flared through her. She stepped back, a blush searing her cheeks. "You, sir, are a rogue," she informed him.
He didn't look the least bit contrite.
"Bath is ready," the innkeeper announced, and Susannah turned, grateful for the distraction. Once the bedroom door closed, she approached the dingy tub. It didn't look like much, but Susannah knew it would be heaven after her wilderness initiation. She sighed as she trailed her fingers in the warm water.
Jesse hovered at her shoulder, a hopeful grin creeping over his stubbled face. "Am I forgiven?"
"Perhaps. Oh, I don't know. This time." She couldn't help smiling back at him.
Her new husband put his hand on her hips, his lips whispering into her hair. "Susannah, admit it, as wild as your trip has been, you are having an adventure."
"Hmmm." Susannah craned her neck and his face filled her vision, his lips enticingly close. He really was handsome. Her pulse quickened as he drew her hips back, and she found herself scrambling for her previous pique. "I don't know."
"You're having fun," he purred.
It was true, despite the aches and men trying to kill her, she hadn't given any real thought to returning home, or longed for it. It was as if everything in her previous life had been dull and washed out, and now, in Colorado Territory, her life was finally brilliant with color.
"If you came home with me, we could explore just how much fun there is to be had."
The thought was tempting. His body heat enveloped her, setting her own desire rocketing up.
"Jesse," she gasped as he nuzzled her neck. She had to get control. "We don't know each other..."
"We could get to know each other."
"Too much has gone on between us."
"I'll spend a lifetime making it up to you, atoning for my sins. I mean it, Susannah. Come with me to my homestead."
Jesse's hands were moving up and down her trim waist, leaving fire in their wake. As the rough skin of his fingers caught on her fine silks, she suddenly wished she wasn't wearing so many clothes. "How am I to trust that you even have one?" Another thought struck her. "Does my friend Carrie even know you?"
"Carrie Donovan?" Jesse lifted his head, and stepped back a little. She felt a loss where his body had been. "Of course. She and her husband are my brother's neighbors. And mine too, when I go back. Of course, if you come with me, you could see her."
Susannah bit her lip. Part of her wanted more than anything to turn around and seduce him. She had no doubt it would be worth it.
His hand stirred her hair, and she remembered how badly she needed a wash.
"My bath's getting cold." This time she stepped away, and faced him.
Jesse's intense gaze followed her. "If that's what you wish," he said with a little mocking smirk, and sauntered to the door. He paused before opening it. "Need me to help you scrub your back?"
"Get out!"
* * *
After he left Susannah to her bath, Jesse paused outside the bedroom door for a moment. Every part of him, and
"I took the liberty of going through one of your trunks, and packing a few essentials."
There was a hairbrush and fresh clothes—one of her more sturdy dresses, and clean underthings. "This is perfect. I thought—"
"I figured you wouldn't want to get everything dirty on the trail. A few days in the same dress didn't kill you. And now you have clean things."
"Thank you." She couldn't bring herself to be too angry with him for making her think all her trunk's contents went to Denver. She wasn't even really mad at him for omitting his real last name. In the end, he was trying to protect them both.
"You're welcome, baggage." He dropped his head closer, whispering for her ears alone "Although I can't say it was a harsh chore, sifting through your lady things. A pity the trunk did go to Denver; I should've liked to see you in all of them."
At the thought of him rifling through her chemises and intimate silks, heat flared through her. She stepped back, a blush searing her cheeks. "You, sir, are a rogue," she informed him.
He didn't look the least bit contrite.
"Bath is ready," the innkeeper announced, and Susannah turned, grateful for the distraction. Once the bedroom door closed, she approached the dingy tub. It didn't look like much, but Susannah knew it would be heaven after her wilderness initiation. She sighed as she trailed her fingers in the warm water.
Jesse hovered at her shoulder, a hopeful grin creeping over his stubbled face. "Am I forgiven?"
"Perhaps. Oh, I don't know. This time." She couldn't help smiling back at him.
Her new husband put his hand on her hips, his lips whispering into her hair. "Susannah, admit it, as wild as your trip has been, you are having an adventure."
"Hmmm." Susannah craned her neck and his face filled her vision, his lips enticingly close. He really was handsome. Her pulse quickened as he drew her hips back, and she found herself scrambling for her previous pique. "I don't know."
"You're having fun," he purred.
It was true, despite the aches and men trying to kill her, she hadn't given any real thought to returning home, or longed for it. It was as if everything in her previous life had been dull and washed out, and now, in Colorado Territory, her life was finally brilliant with color.
"If you came home with me, we could explore just how much fun there is to be had."
The thought was tempting. His body heat enveloped her, setting her own desire rocketing up.
"Jesse," she gasped as he nuzzled her neck. She had to get control. "We don't know each other..."
"We could get to know each other."
"Too much has gone on between us."
"I'll spend a lifetime making it up to you, atoning for my sins. I mean it, Susannah. Come with me to my homestead."
Jesse's hands were moving up and down her trim waist, leaving fire in their wake. As the rough skin of his fingers caught on her fine silks, she suddenly wished she wasn't wearing so many clothes. "How am I to trust that you even have one?" Another thought struck her. "Does my friend Carrie even know you?"
"Carrie Donovan?" Jesse lifted his head, and stepped back a little. She felt a loss where his body had been. "Of course. She and her husband are my brother's neighbors. And mine too, when I go back. Of course, if you come with me, you could see her."
Susannah bit her lip. Part of her wanted more than anything to turn around and seduce him. She had no doubt it would be worth it.
His hand stirred her hair, and she remembered how badly she needed a wash.
"My bath's getting cold." This time she stepped away, and faced him.
Jesse's intense gaze followed her. "If that's what you wish," he said with a little mocking smirk, and sauntered to the door. He paused before opening it. "Need me to help you scrub your back?"
"Get out!"
* * *
After he left Susannah to her bath, Jesse paused outside the bedroom door for a moment. Every part of him, and
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