surveyed every inch of the
curvy woman in front of him. “Because you have never had a man beat you at
anything.”
She stiffened.
“Do I detect a little shiver going up that pretty spine of
yours?”
“You do not.”
“You bet I do. I see who you are, lady. Had you pegged after
about a week together. Can’t hide from me.”
She began to turn away.
But she froze when he said, “Never had a man you wanted to
dominate you, did you?”
He watched her profile closely. The up-turned nose lifted a
tad higher. Her trim chin rose a bit more firmly. So. Can’t find the
gumption to deny it?
“I didn’t think so, darlin’. It’s okay. You don’t have to
admit I’m right. It’s enough that we both know I am.”
“You can’t say that,” she whispered as she stared at him.
The warning in her words only made him madder. He took the
steps in two lunges, hauled her up against him and gave in to the red-hot
torment of her sassy lips. His mouth crashed down on hers. And damn . She
was warm, sweet and Christ , was she willing. Her mouth opened, her
tongue came out to dance with his, and he got such a juicy piece of her he drew
away, stunned.
She stared at him. Her purple eyes growing wider, her mouth
parting, swollen.
He wrapped her close, the touch of her sleek supple flesh
drilling into his fogged mind and shaking loose one promise. “After this trial
is done, you can bet your next paycheck I’m coming after you.”
She pushed away, their rough play dislodging her thin bra,
the material hooking on the peaks of her nipples and slipping slowly to the
floor. Her heavy breasts bounced as she stepped away.
He watched them. His cock twitched. Tightened.
She shivered as his eyes narrowed.
His tongue slid along his lower lip. “You better go put some
clothes on those pretty things fast.”
She pivoted and made for her bedroom and shut the door with
a click.
He thrust one hand out against the doorjamb, his eyes
closing while he massaged his heavy, unhappy cock.
What was wrong with her?
Cabin fever was one thing.
Horny is another, Skye.
She fell backward against her bedroom door and rubbed her
palms over her aching breasts. God, how she wanted his hands on her. His
mouth. His cock. His everything.
Two months in the wilderness with the Lone Ranger has you
stupid for him, Skye. So what if he’s built like the Starship Enterprise?
All right, all right. So he’s droll as John Wayne. Handsome as the devil. Wise
as an owl. And endowed like a rock-hard porn star.
Ohhh, stop this! He’s only interested in you because
you’re his only choice. Bet the girls all drool over him at the local
dancehall. Texas Ranger, white hat, big gun, big hands and huge balls.
Get over it, Chamberlain!
All you want is a good roll in the hay.
But that wasn’t all she wanted. Not from Rex Martinez. No
sir. From him, she wanted more than one great fuck. She wanted all day, all
night. His honed muscles plastered to her body. His thick, rasping bass voice
rubbing her senses, letting her feel him deep inside her pussy, all the way up
in her cunt, his thighs rocking against hers.
She pushed away from the door, strode to her closet and
stepped out of her panties. She wanted to be surrounded by strength like his.
Mountainous strength.
Indomitable.
Like she’d never known.
Like she’d only read about in novels.
A man so centered, so realistic, so sure of himself and what
he was meant to do in the world, that she was in awe of him.
How she even got a few words out to talk with him had begun
to astonish her. And she was never enthralled by anyone. Years in the savage
realities of the ER. She knew it. So did her editor, and it was how she was
able to go into some rough crime areas and do research. How she kept her cool
and her stomach from up-chucking. How she made her living. Even this gig that
had gotten her in so much trouble with this Gonzaga clan, had not frightened
her. At first.
“Blonde, built and begging for it,” was
curvy woman in front of him. “Because you have never had a man beat you at
anything.”
She stiffened.
“Do I detect a little shiver going up that pretty spine of
yours?”
“You do not.”
“You bet I do. I see who you are, lady. Had you pegged after
about a week together. Can’t hide from me.”
She began to turn away.
But she froze when he said, “Never had a man you wanted to
dominate you, did you?”
He watched her profile closely. The up-turned nose lifted a
tad higher. Her trim chin rose a bit more firmly. So. Can’t find the
gumption to deny it?
“I didn’t think so, darlin’. It’s okay. You don’t have to
admit I’m right. It’s enough that we both know I am.”
“You can’t say that,” she whispered as she stared at him.
The warning in her words only made him madder. He took the
steps in two lunges, hauled her up against him and gave in to the red-hot
torment of her sassy lips. His mouth crashed down on hers. And damn . She
was warm, sweet and Christ , was she willing. Her mouth opened, her
tongue came out to dance with his, and he got such a juicy piece of her he drew
away, stunned.
She stared at him. Her purple eyes growing wider, her mouth
parting, swollen.
He wrapped her close, the touch of her sleek supple flesh
drilling into his fogged mind and shaking loose one promise. “After this trial
is done, you can bet your next paycheck I’m coming after you.”
She pushed away, their rough play dislodging her thin bra,
the material hooking on the peaks of her nipples and slipping slowly to the
floor. Her heavy breasts bounced as she stepped away.
He watched them. His cock twitched. Tightened.
She shivered as his eyes narrowed.
His tongue slid along his lower lip. “You better go put some
clothes on those pretty things fast.”
She pivoted and made for her bedroom and shut the door with
a click.
He thrust one hand out against the doorjamb, his eyes
closing while he massaged his heavy, unhappy cock.
What was wrong with her?
Cabin fever was one thing.
Horny is another, Skye.
She fell backward against her bedroom door and rubbed her
palms over her aching breasts. God, how she wanted his hands on her. His
mouth. His cock. His everything.
Two months in the wilderness with the Lone Ranger has you
stupid for him, Skye. So what if he’s built like the Starship Enterprise?
All right, all right. So he’s droll as John Wayne. Handsome as the devil. Wise
as an owl. And endowed like a rock-hard porn star.
Ohhh, stop this! He’s only interested in you because
you’re his only choice. Bet the girls all drool over him at the local
dancehall. Texas Ranger, white hat, big gun, big hands and huge balls.
Get over it, Chamberlain!
All you want is a good roll in the hay.
But that wasn’t all she wanted. Not from Rex Martinez. No
sir. From him, she wanted more than one great fuck. She wanted all day, all
night. His honed muscles plastered to her body. His thick, rasping bass voice
rubbing her senses, letting her feel him deep inside her pussy, all the way up
in her cunt, his thighs rocking against hers.
She pushed away from the door, strode to her closet and
stepped out of her panties. She wanted to be surrounded by strength like his.
Mountainous strength.
Indomitable.
Like she’d never known.
Like she’d only read about in novels.
A man so centered, so realistic, so sure of himself and what
he was meant to do in the world, that she was in awe of him.
How she even got a few words out to talk with him had begun
to astonish her. And she was never enthralled by anyone. Years in the savage
realities of the ER. She knew it. So did her editor, and it was how she was
able to go into some rough crime areas and do research. How she kept her cool
and her stomach from up-chucking. How she made her living. Even this gig that
had gotten her in so much trouble with this Gonzaga clan, had not frightened
her. At first.
“Blonde, built and begging for it,” was
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