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“That wasn’t a kiss.” He placed his right hand on her waist and pulled her a bit closer. “Kiss me like you did out on the prairie.”
Her mouth opened as if what he said shocked her to the core. “You are delusional. You kissed me.”
He grinned. “Fine.” If it made her feel better to think so, then he’d let her think it. “Then kiss me like I kissed you.”
She looked at him for long moments, so many emotions crossing her face he had a hard time tracking them. There were a number of things she’d done over the years that took him by surprise but her leaning forward again would go down as the one thing that changed their relationship forever.
The girl who loved to hate him kissed him as if she meant it, as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and the second her tongue traced the curve of his lip, he forgot what they’d even been talking about.
He lifted his hand from her waist and cupped the back of her neck, holding her close as he opened his mouth for her, letting her set the pace of the kiss as she saw fit. She deepened it immediately, tilting her head as she leaned closer.
Thoughts of where he wanted all this to lead filled his head. He’d love nothing more than to make her a proper wife but he wasn’t fool enough to believe she’d want to stay married to him once they got back home. He knew the only reason she agreed to marry him was so she could stay with the cattle drive so the next few weeks they had remaining were all he would have—unless he could get her to change her mind.
Unless he could make her see they were meant to be together.
She broke the kiss with a triumphant look on her face. “There,” she said. “Proof I’m not afraid of you.”
His reluctant bride would do whatever she could to get this marriage dissolved as soon as they made it back to Willow Creek. He knew it with every ounce of feeling he had for her so he had to try and make sure her attempt was useless.
He grinned back at her. “We’ll see about that.” He didn’t give her time to think about what he said before leaning in, holding the back of her head in his hand and kissing her again. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and didn’t let up until she broke away, panting for breath.
He lowered his head and placed a light kiss to her throat and made his way to her ear, the hand he’d been holding her head with lowering to her shoulder, his fingers sliding under the collar of her shirt then lowering toward her breast.
Her breath caught, her pulse fluttering, the rush of blood felt under his tongue as he ran it along the vein in her neck.
Her skin was soft, the swell of her breast like silk against his fingertips. She didn’t make a move to stop him or to pull his hand away so he worked it into her unbuttoned shirt, palming her bare breast, her sharp intake of breath enough to make him lift his head. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and he smiled. She certainly wasn’t afraid.
The light was dim under the wagon but enough flickered under that canvas for him to see the perfection he held in his hand. Her breast was perfectly round, the areola the softest pink, her nipple a perfect rosy peek. He rubbed his thumb back and forth against it until it was fully erect, then gave it a light pinch.
He unhooked another button on her shirt and Alex opened her eyes to look at him. Every button that popped loose felt like a small victory and he’d waited a lifetime to see that look in her eyes. Lust filled those pretty blue orbs and they were directed at him.
He met her gaze, then exposed both her breasts. When she did nothing but stare back at him he broke eye contact to look his fill. He groaned and lifted his hand again to run his fingers over her flesh. “You’re perfect.”
She still sat propped up on her elbow, her lips parted in invitation. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring each delicious inch of her mouth as he continued to play with the soft skin of her breasts. When he pulled away a second time, his voice was a soft whisper as he asked, “Are you scared yet?”
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
Cupping her left breast again he nudged her to lay back, then followed her down. Lowering his head, his gaze still locked with hers, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her sharp intake of breath and her free hand clamping onto his shoulder was enough for him to ease back. “Want me to stop?”
Another hesitant moment was followed by a shake of her head. “Are you sure?” At her nod, he smiled and lowered his head again, savoring every inch of skin he could reach.
She closed her eyes after a few minutes, a soft sigh escaping her throat as he moved from one breast to the other before kissing a trail down the soft skin of her belly. She was panting for breath and restless by the time he reached the waistband of her trousers.
He glanced up at her, her eyes wide as she met his gaze.
She’d lost her mind. There was no other explanation for it.
Alex swallowed the lump forming in her throat and tried to catch a breath as Jesse licked her stomach again before peppering small kisses back toward her breasts. She stared at the underside of the wagon and tried to get her breathing under control.
In all her childhood fantasies of what it would be like to be with a man never once had she thought her body would be strung so tight or that the man making her feel so many things at once would be Jesse Samuels. Okay, maybe a few times but her imagination failed in comparison to what he was making her feel now.
What started out as her proving she wasn’t afraid of him had backfired to the point that the smallest touch took everything in her not to cry out for him to never stop. That he was right, they were legally married and it was okay to consummate their union.
Plain stubbornness was the only thing stopping her from letting him do just that.
He popped the button on her trousers and she closed her eyes as her stomach clenched tight, the incessant throb between her legs pounding now. A soft, “do you want me to stop,” was whispered against her skin and her throat seemed to close off. Did she want him to stop? Her entire body was strung tight, her heels digging into the blankets beneath her and she realized she was shaking her head back and forth when Jesse slid his hand into the front of her pants, his fingers brushing damp curls as his lips closed on her nipple again.
The hard pull of his mouth and the soft exploration of his fingers made her head spin. She should stop him, the words on the tip of her tongue but she bit it and dug her fingernails into the blankets as he slid a finger between her folds, a soft sob escaping her lips as he started rubbing the small knot of flesh hidden there.
