sweetheart, and what I want is you.”
You . Alarm bells went off in her head. Her heart began to pound so hard she was certain he must surely hear it. “Wait,” she began. “I think maybe we should resolve this once and for all—”
He took off his gunbelt and dropped it on the ground. “I quite agree, Abigail.”
His easy tone belied the savage light in his eyes. He caught her just above her elbows and stepped forward. There was no mistaking his anger. His eyes were dark gray and depthless, as turbulent as a summer storm.
Abby’s mouth went dry. Her breath came fast, then slow, then fast again. “You misunderstood,” she said quickly. “I—I promised you money!”
He shook his head. “As I recall, yesterday morning in Laramie you said, ’I’ll give you anything, Kane, anything you want.’ That’s another thing I haven’t forgotten.”
“No!” she cried. “I—I won’t let you do this, Kane. Do you hear? I won’t let you!”
“Sweetheart—” That hard smile still hadn’t left his mouth. “—you can’t stop me.”
The softness in his tone was deceptive … Arms like iron bands came around her, dragging her against him. Tension and anger radiated from him, snaring her in a web from which there was no escape. She was trapped, not only by all she sensed in him, but in the steely binding of arms tight and hard about her back.
She had one shattering glimpse of his eyes, filled with fury and a glittering heat, a heat that was far more frightening than his anger. She would have cried out but his mouth came down, sealing hers like a hot brand. For one shocked, frozen moment, Abby remained passive, but only for an instant. She sought to twist away, but Kane allowed no room for struggle. His arms tightened; they were fused together from chest to knee, so close her feet were jammed between his, her breasts crushed against the unyielding breadth of his chest.
She tried to bring her hands up but it was no use. His lips plundered the softness of hers, raw and hungry and ruthlessly demanding. Abby despised her helplessness, but she was wise enough to recognize that Kane’s size gave him an unfair but unremitting advantage over her. She was no match for his strength.
But Abby wasn’t about to concede victory—and damn his hide, she didn’t care if he knew it. She held herself rigid in his arms and when his tongue came out to trace the seam of her lips, she clamped her lips together and barred him entrance.
His head came up. His hold on her eased though he didn’t release her. “What!” he mocked. “Hasn’t your husband taught you how to kiss yet?” An arrogant smile curled those hard lips. “Sweetheart, if you gave him this kind of reception seven nights in a row, no wonder he headed for parts unknown.”
Though Abby’s face burned scarlet, she didn’t back down from his sneer. “You’re not half the man Dillon is,” she said levelly.
“Is that a fact? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s really a flesh-and-blood woman under all those clothes. Let’s just see, shall we?”
He moved before she could stop him. His hands came up and flicked open her vest, closing unerringly over the mounds of her breasts. Even as their eyes locked, challenging gray slate with startled blue, he raked his thumbs across her nipples, intimately acquainting himself with her swelling softness.
A red-hot anger choked her. Lord, but he was a snake to touch her so—to handle her so … when he thought she was married yet! Fury lent her courage—and strength.
She wrenched free of his hold. Drawing back her arm, she dealt a stinging, open-palmed blow to his cheek. “You don’t have a shred of decency in you,” she hissed. “You’re an animal, Kane. And don’t ever— ever! —touch me like that again.”
Kane’s eyes blazed fire and ice. Like hell, he thought fiercely. I’ll touch you any damn way I want.
But the thought had no more than crossed his
You . Alarm bells went off in her head. Her heart began to pound so hard she was certain he must surely hear it. “Wait,” she began. “I think maybe we should resolve this once and for all—”
He took off his gunbelt and dropped it on the ground. “I quite agree, Abigail.”
His easy tone belied the savage light in his eyes. He caught her just above her elbows and stepped forward. There was no mistaking his anger. His eyes were dark gray and depthless, as turbulent as a summer storm.
Abby’s mouth went dry. Her breath came fast, then slow, then fast again. “You misunderstood,” she said quickly. “I—I promised you money!”
He shook his head. “As I recall, yesterday morning in Laramie you said, ’I’ll give you anything, Kane, anything you want.’ That’s another thing I haven’t forgotten.”
“No!” she cried. “I—I won’t let you do this, Kane. Do you hear? I won’t let you!”
“Sweetheart—” That hard smile still hadn’t left his mouth. “—you can’t stop me.”
The softness in his tone was deceptive … Arms like iron bands came around her, dragging her against him. Tension and anger radiated from him, snaring her in a web from which there was no escape. She was trapped, not only by all she sensed in him, but in the steely binding of arms tight and hard about her back.
She had one shattering glimpse of his eyes, filled with fury and a glittering heat, a heat that was far more frightening than his anger. She would have cried out but his mouth came down, sealing hers like a hot brand. For one shocked, frozen moment, Abby remained passive, but only for an instant. She sought to twist away, but Kane allowed no room for struggle. His arms tightened; they were fused together from chest to knee, so close her feet were jammed between his, her breasts crushed against the unyielding breadth of his chest.
She tried to bring her hands up but it was no use. His lips plundered the softness of hers, raw and hungry and ruthlessly demanding. Abby despised her helplessness, but she was wise enough to recognize that Kane’s size gave him an unfair but unremitting advantage over her. She was no match for his strength.
But Abby wasn’t about to concede victory—and damn his hide, she didn’t care if he knew it. She held herself rigid in his arms and when his tongue came out to trace the seam of her lips, she clamped her lips together and barred him entrance.
His head came up. His hold on her eased though he didn’t release her. “What!” he mocked. “Hasn’t your husband taught you how to kiss yet?” An arrogant smile curled those hard lips. “Sweetheart, if you gave him this kind of reception seven nights in a row, no wonder he headed for parts unknown.”
Though Abby’s face burned scarlet, she didn’t back down from his sneer. “You’re not half the man Dillon is,” she said levelly.
“Is that a fact? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s really a flesh-and-blood woman under all those clothes. Let’s just see, shall we?”
He moved before she could stop him. His hands came up and flicked open her vest, closing unerringly over the mounds of her breasts. Even as their eyes locked, challenging gray slate with startled blue, he raked his thumbs across her nipples, intimately acquainting himself with her swelling softness.
A red-hot anger choked her. Lord, but he was a snake to touch her so—to handle her so … when he thought she was married yet! Fury lent her courage—and strength.
She wrenched free of his hold. Drawing back her arm, she dealt a stinging, open-palmed blow to his cheek. “You don’t have a shred of decency in you,” she hissed. “You’re an animal, Kane. And don’t ever— ever! —touch me like that again.”
Kane’s eyes blazed fire and ice. Like hell, he thought fiercely. I’ll touch you any damn way I want.
But the thought had no more than crossed his
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