laughing brown eyes blazing with
pure need just for him—only for him.
He had waited long enough. Hopefully tonight
he would see all those things and more. Tonight was
the night he was claiming his woman.
Waiting until she disappeared around the corner
of bookshelves, Tex eased back to the section where he
had hidden a picnic basket full of Alexandria’s favorite
15
finger foods, champagne, a blanket, rose petals and a
couple of large pillows. He wasn’t leaving here tonight
until she was his, totally and completely. He didn’t
reckon he could take another night without her by his
side, his woman through and through. After reading
every one of the books she’d written, he had a pretty
good idea of his woman’s fantasies, at least the ones
she couldn’t help but reflect in her writings.
She wanted romance, to be swept of her feet. She
wanted to be overwhelmed with heated passion. That
was exactly what Tex aimed to give her, and not only
for tonight either. He sprinkled the delicate crimson
and eggshell colored petals in a line leading from the
last section Alexandria would check back to the
romance section, where he spread out the blanket and
set out the food and two crystal flutes of champagne,
setting the pillows up closely side by side. He’d
decided against candles. Wouldn’t want to burn the
place down and ruin a perfectly good seduction.
Besides, he planned on getting her good and wild; the
chances of knocking small flames over was a liability
neither one of them needed.
Satisfied everything was just right, Tex sprawled
out on one of the pillows, removing both his shirt and
his boots. He wasn’t a vain man, but he knew she
loved the sight of a well-developed chest. Years of hard
ranch work had sculptured his upper body in a way
women apparently liked, and he was damn well going
to use everything at his disposal to push past
Alexandria’s natural shyness.
Now if she would just hurry along, they could get
started on the rest of their lives.
Alexandria hummed to herself as she made her
way along rows and rows of books, making sure
everything was in its proper place. She loved
everything about the library. If she could live her
whole life in a book she would be happy. Books were
so much better than real life. Her reality in particular
was boring and staid, with no real prospects of
excitement in the future. She understood that by
staying in Lauréa, chances were good she would end
up alone. Even though she held out stubborn hope
some mysterious cowboy would ride into town, or
drive in with his horse trailer hitched to his truck, and
sweep her off her feet, she knew the dream was not
likely to happen.
Shaking her head at her senseless thoughts, she
tried concentrating on her job. Wishing wasn’t going
to bring some lover to her bed. Besides, she doubted
she could ever really be intimate with anyone, not
when her heart still belonged to Tex Westley. It was
pathetic, but Alexandria had lost her heart to her best
friend sometime during her sophomore year in high
school, and no one had ever managed to take his place.
Oh she’d tried dating other men, especially when she
went away to college. She’d even had one long-term
relationship. Too bad it had been doomed to failure
even prior to the first kiss. Anthony had been nice
enough, respectful, a generous, considerate lover, but
he wasn’t Tex. She compared everything he did to the
boy from high school with whom she’d never shared
more than a hug and a peck on the cheek, and just like
17
every other man she’d ever known, Anthony came up
short. No other man’s body could stand against the tall,
whipcord hard, lean body Tex had been blessed with.
No other lips looked as sensuous, as infinitely kissable.
No other eyes sparkled bright green like emeralds
reflecting a wicked sense of humor. No voice could
send shivers all up her spine with a slow, lazy Texas
drawl that was so much a part
pure need just for him—only for him.
He had waited long enough. Hopefully tonight
he would see all those things and more. Tonight was
the night he was claiming his woman.
Waiting until she disappeared around the corner
of bookshelves, Tex eased back to the section where he
had hidden a picnic basket full of Alexandria’s favorite
15
finger foods, champagne, a blanket, rose petals and a
couple of large pillows. He wasn’t leaving here tonight
until she was his, totally and completely. He didn’t
reckon he could take another night without her by his
side, his woman through and through. After reading
every one of the books she’d written, he had a pretty
good idea of his woman’s fantasies, at least the ones
she couldn’t help but reflect in her writings.
She wanted romance, to be swept of her feet. She
wanted to be overwhelmed with heated passion. That
was exactly what Tex aimed to give her, and not only
for tonight either. He sprinkled the delicate crimson
and eggshell colored petals in a line leading from the
last section Alexandria would check back to the
romance section, where he spread out the blanket and
set out the food and two crystal flutes of champagne,
setting the pillows up closely side by side. He’d
decided against candles. Wouldn’t want to burn the
place down and ruin a perfectly good seduction.
Besides, he planned on getting her good and wild; the
chances of knocking small flames over was a liability
neither one of them needed.
Satisfied everything was just right, Tex sprawled
out on one of the pillows, removing both his shirt and
his boots. He wasn’t a vain man, but he knew she
loved the sight of a well-developed chest. Years of hard
ranch work had sculptured his upper body in a way
women apparently liked, and he was damn well going
to use everything at his disposal to push past
Alexandria’s natural shyness.
Now if she would just hurry along, they could get
started on the rest of their lives.
Alexandria hummed to herself as she made her
way along rows and rows of books, making sure
everything was in its proper place. She loved
everything about the library. If she could live her
whole life in a book she would be happy. Books were
so much better than real life. Her reality in particular
was boring and staid, with no real prospects of
excitement in the future. She understood that by
staying in Lauréa, chances were good she would end
up alone. Even though she held out stubborn hope
some mysterious cowboy would ride into town, or
drive in with his horse trailer hitched to his truck, and
sweep her off her feet, she knew the dream was not
likely to happen.
Shaking her head at her senseless thoughts, she
tried concentrating on her job. Wishing wasn’t going
to bring some lover to her bed. Besides, she doubted
she could ever really be intimate with anyone, not
when her heart still belonged to Tex Westley. It was
pathetic, but Alexandria had lost her heart to her best
friend sometime during her sophomore year in high
school, and no one had ever managed to take his place.
Oh she’d tried dating other men, especially when she
went away to college. She’d even had one long-term
relationship. Too bad it had been doomed to failure
even prior to the first kiss. Anthony had been nice
enough, respectful, a generous, considerate lover, but
he wasn’t Tex. She compared everything he did to the
boy from high school with whom she’d never shared
more than a hug and a peck on the cheek, and just like
17
every other man she’d ever known, Anthony came up
short. No other man’s body could stand against the tall,
whipcord hard, lean body Tex had been blessed with.
No other lips looked as sensuous, as infinitely kissable.
No other eyes sparkled bright green like emeralds
reflecting a wicked sense of humor. No voice could
send shivers all up her spine with a slow, lazy Texas
drawl that was so much a part
Similar Books
