Wyoming Bold (Mills & Boon M&B) by Diana Palmer Page A

softly. “I was afraid... Well, you know, some modern men think it’s really stupid that women don’t pass themselves around like drinks at a bar.”
    “I’m not one of them. I’m pretty old-fashioned myself.”
    She traced around one of the scars and winced. “This must have been horribly painful, Dalton,” she said.
    He liked the way his given name sounded on her lips. She was soft and warm and sweet. He looked at her mouth and ached to catch it under his. The way she was touching him was very arousing.
    He bent and took her lips softly under his. “You taste like black coffee,” he whispered, chuckling.
    She smiled under his lips. “So do you.”
    He drew her head down against his shoulder and looked long and deep into her eyes until she flushed at the intensity. He didn’t smile. Neither did she.
    He looked at her mouth, pretty and slightly red from the pressure of his lips. “It’s been a long time since I felt so much hunger for a woman’s touch,” he whispered. “A very long time.”
    His mouth pressed down on hers, gently parting her lips, moving under them with a slow, steady pressure that grew harder and hungrier by the second.
    He lifted her closer, feeling her soft hand tangling in the thick hair on his chest while the kiss became so passionate that she moaned.
    His hand found the hem of her T-shirt and moved under it, up to the frilly little bra that covered her. He unfastened it and found the firm, hard-tipped flesh with his fingers.
    She gasped, but she didn’t protest.
    “Trust me,” he whispered at her mouth. “But not...too far.”
    He pulled up the hem and before she realized what he meant to do, his mouth opened on her breast, taking all of it inside, working the nipple hard with his tongue while he suckled her.
    She cried out, a sound that penetrated his spinning brain as if from a distance. She tasted like the sweetest sugar on earth. His free hand went down her back, into the waistband of her jeans and around, over the soft flesh on her hip, around to the front, to her belly.
    “Dal...ton?” she whimpered.
    “Dear God,” he groaned.
    He stood up, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him.
    “Mama will be home...soon,” she choked out in a voice that she almost didn’t recognize.
    “I’ll hear her,” he lied.
    He slid her down on the bed and stripped her to the waist, throwing off his own shirt at the same time.
    He smoothed his body down over hers, shifting her legs so that he could sink down between them, while his hair-roughened chest buried her soft breasts under it.
    His hand went under her hips, lifting her into the sudden hard thrust of his body. “Beautiful,” he whispered, looking at her breasts as he moved roughly against her hips. “So beautiful!”
    He was causing sensations within her that she’d never known. The pleasure was shocking. It lifted her body in an arch as she struggled to get even closer. She hadn’t the will to protest what he was doing to her. She loved the weight of him, the feel of him so intimately close.
    “It feels...so sweet,” she gasped as he fed on her breasts.
    “Imagine how it would feel inside you,” he whispered at her mouth. “Hard, and deep...”
    She cried out. He smothered the sound under his devouring lips while his hips moved insistently on hers. She could feel him growing even more potent by the second.
    “Merissa,” he groaned. “It’s been so long...!”
    He unzipped her jeans. He was pulling them down when the sound of a car pulling up out front with its roaring engine shocked them into stillness.
    “No,” he groaned again, shivering.
    She held him tightly, kissing his neck. “It’s all right,” she whispered. “It’s all right.”
    “That’s what...you think.”
    He managed to roll off the bed and went into her bathroom.
    She got dressed quickly, opened the door and went into the kitchen. She peered into the window, seeing her disheveled reflection. Well, it might