Diana Palmer Long Tall Texans 25 Lionhearted

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"For what?" he asked huskily. "You went in headfirst, just like I did."
She searched his eyes hungrily. Her body was on fire for him. "If you used something..." she said
absently.
He actually flushed. He got back under the steering wheel and avoided looking at her. He couldn't
believe what she was saying.
Fred roared up beside them and pulled onto the hard ground to let his window down.
"Rain's stopped," he told Leo. "I thought I'd run over to Eb Scott's place and have a talk with him about
getting his cowboys to frequent Shea's at night."
"Good idea," Leo said, still flushed and disheveled.
Fred wisely didn't look too closely at either of them, but he had a pretty good idea of what he'd
interrupted. "I won't be long, sweetheart," he told Janie.
"Okay, Dad. Be careful," she said in a husky voice.
He nodded, grinned, and took off.
Leo started the engine. He was still trying to get his breath. He stared at the dirt path ahead instead of
at Janie. "I could use something," he said after a minute. "But lovemaking is addictive, Janie. One time
would be a beginning, not a cure, do you understand?"
She shook her head, embarrassed now that her blood was cooling.
He reached out and caught one of her cold hands in his, intertwining their fingers. You can't imagine
how flattered I am," he said quietly. "You're a virgin, and you'd give yourself to me..."
She swallowed hard. "Please. Don't."
His hand contracted. "I'll drive you home. If you weren't working next Saturday, we could take in a
movie and have dinner somewhere."
Her heart jumped up into her throat. "M...me?"
He looked down at her with the beginnings of possession. "You could wear that lacy white thing you
wore to the ball," he added softly. "I like your shoulders bare. You have beautiful skin." His eyes fell
to her bodice and darkened. "Beautiful breasts, too, with nice nipples..."
"Leo Hart!" she exclaimed, horrified.
He leaned over and kissed her hungrily. "I'll let you look at me next time," he whispered passionately.
"Then you won't be so embarrassed when we compare notes."
She thought of seeing him without clothes and her whole face colored.
"I know what I said, but..." she protested.
He stopped the truck, bent, and kissed her again with breathless tenderness. "You've known me half
your life, Janie," he said, and he was serious. He searched her worried eyes. "Am I the kind of man
who takes advantage of a green girl?"
She was worried, too. "No," she had to admit.
His breathing was uneven as he studied her flushed face.
"I never would," he agreed. "You were special to me even before I kissed you the first time, in your
own kitchen." His head bent again. His mouth trailed across hers in soft, biting little kisses that made
her moan. "But now, after the taste of you I've just had, I'm going to be your shadow. You don't even
realize what's happened, do you?"
"You want me," she said huskily.
His teeth nibbled her upper lip. "It's a little more com-plicated than sex." He kissed her again, hard,
and lifted his head with flattering reluctance. "Look up addiction in the dictionary," he mused. "It's an
eye-opener."
"Addiction?"
His nose brushed hers. "Do you remember how you moaned when I put my hands inside your
blouse?"
She swallowed. "Yes."
"Now think how it would feel if I'd put my mouth on your breast, right over the nipple."
She shivered.
He nodded slowly. "Next time," he promised, his voice taut and hungry. "You have that to look
forward to.
Meanwhile, you keep your eyes and ears open, and don't do anything at work that gives Clark a hint
that you're watching him," he added firmly.
"I'll be careful," she promised unsteadily.
His eyes were possessive on her soft face. If he touches you, I'll kill him."
It sounded like a joke. It wasn't. She'd never seen that look in a man's eyes before. In fact, the way he
was watching her was a little scary.
His big hand slid under her nape and brought her mouth just under his. "You belong to me, Janie," he
whispered as his head moved down. "Your first man is going to be me. Believe it!"
The kiss was as arousing as it was tender, but it didn't last long. He forced himself to let her go, to
move away.
He started the truck again, put it in gear, and went back down the farm road. But his hand reached for
hers involuntarily, his fingers curling into hers, as if he couldn't bear to lose contact with her. She
didn't know it, but he'd reached a decision in those few seconds. There was no going back now.
Jack Clark did show up in the bar, on the following Fri-day night. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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