quit digging for the day and the fact
that he offered to help didn’t hurt a damn thing. Nobody would know, nobody
would care.
Only her pride didn’t see it that way. Her pride wanted to
tell him to stop, tell him she could do it on her own. Which she could.
But watching James dig, move more dirt in a few minutes than
she could move in close to an hour, was not only impressive, but also…nice.
She didn’t have to be against letting him help her or talk
to her or touch her. None of it was an actual problem. The only real problem
she had was the lack of gold and not knowing how the hell she would survive
another winter here if she didn’t find any. Her time with James could be a
pleasant break from worrying about that. He could be her pleasant distraction.
Chapter Eight
One Month Later
It was midday when Emma made her way to James’ camp. Early,
even for her. She’d somehow been finding her way there every evening, usually
just before dark. But today she was discouraged, tired and willing to admit the
only thing she really wanted to do out in the Alaskan wilderness was him.
She should be back at her claim, searching for gold, at
least until closer to sundown. There was one big problem with that. Emma had
become completely convinced there was no gold.
It was halfway through the summer and no one who had claims
anywhere near hers had found any gold either. Same thing as the summer before,
and the summer before that, and she was ready to give up.
Emma watched James dig in the dirt as she walked closer.
Strong muscles worked to move the earth, muscles she knew would feel good under
her fingertips again.
A branch snapped and he stopped his work to turn in her
direction.
“Well, you’re sure a sight for sore eyes.” James’ deep voice
growled out the words and a shiver shot down her spine.
“You say that every day.” He did, and she liked hearing it
every time. She liked being appreciated by James way more than she probably should.
“I mean it every day.” He grabbed Emma around the waist,
pulled her against the solid muscle of his body. “You are the best thing that’s
happened to me this summer.” James pressed his hot lips to hers. “The only good
thing.”
His words were a little too honest, but the way he kissed
her made it all seem to disappear into the background.
James knew what she wanted, what she needed, and didn’t have
any problem giving into his needs. Why should she?
Because she was a woman, and too sensible for her own good
sometimes.
James wrapped his hand around the back of her head, twisted
his fingers in her hair and kissed Emma hard. Tongues tangled, and heat pooled
between her legs.
Even after coming over here every day, her body finding
release time and time again, she couldn’t stop the affect he had on her. She
couldn’t stop the intense urges that surged through her body every time he
touched her.
Emma wrapped her hands around James’ neck, giving into the
pleasure, giving herself to him. Her body knew exactly what it wanted, even
when her mind tried to resist.
“You’re here a little early today.” His grin let her know
that he was okay with that fact. Not that he would keep his true emotions
hidden. He wasn’t that kind of guy, and she appreciated that about him more
than she expected to. It was nice to never have to guess what he was thinking,
what he was feeling. James putting it all on the table gave her the freedom to
not overthink things.
“Were you busy?” she asked just to be polite.
“I’m never too busy for you.” He let one hand wander up her
side and across her breast. The motion made her nipple go hard instantly.
“And I look forward to seeing your body in the light of
day.” He flicked his thumb across her nipple again and a jolt shot through her.
The man knew how to touch her just right.
James moved down to kiss her neck, to the sensitive area he
knew she loved to be kissed, and his hands worked to undo and push her pants to
the
that he offered to help didn’t hurt a damn thing. Nobody would know, nobody
would care.
Only her pride didn’t see it that way. Her pride wanted to
tell him to stop, tell him she could do it on her own. Which she could.
But watching James dig, move more dirt in a few minutes than
she could move in close to an hour, was not only impressive, but also…nice.
She didn’t have to be against letting him help her or talk
to her or touch her. None of it was an actual problem. The only real problem
she had was the lack of gold and not knowing how the hell she would survive
another winter here if she didn’t find any. Her time with James could be a
pleasant break from worrying about that. He could be her pleasant distraction.
Chapter Eight
One Month Later
It was midday when Emma made her way to James’ camp. Early,
even for her. She’d somehow been finding her way there every evening, usually
just before dark. But today she was discouraged, tired and willing to admit the
only thing she really wanted to do out in the Alaskan wilderness was him.
She should be back at her claim, searching for gold, at
least until closer to sundown. There was one big problem with that. Emma had
become completely convinced there was no gold.
It was halfway through the summer and no one who had claims
anywhere near hers had found any gold either. Same thing as the summer before,
and the summer before that, and she was ready to give up.
Emma watched James dig in the dirt as she walked closer.
Strong muscles worked to move the earth, muscles she knew would feel good under
her fingertips again.
A branch snapped and he stopped his work to turn in her
direction.
“Well, you’re sure a sight for sore eyes.” James’ deep voice
growled out the words and a shiver shot down her spine.
“You say that every day.” He did, and she liked hearing it
every time. She liked being appreciated by James way more than she probably should.
“I mean it every day.” He grabbed Emma around the waist,
pulled her against the solid muscle of his body. “You are the best thing that’s
happened to me this summer.” James pressed his hot lips to hers. “The only good
thing.”
His words were a little too honest, but the way he kissed
her made it all seem to disappear into the background.
James knew what she wanted, what she needed, and didn’t have
any problem giving into his needs. Why should she?
Because she was a woman, and too sensible for her own good
sometimes.
James wrapped his hand around the back of her head, twisted
his fingers in her hair and kissed Emma hard. Tongues tangled, and heat pooled
between her legs.
Even after coming over here every day, her body finding
release time and time again, she couldn’t stop the affect he had on her. She
couldn’t stop the intense urges that surged through her body every time he
touched her.
Emma wrapped her hands around James’ neck, giving into the
pleasure, giving herself to him. Her body knew exactly what it wanted, even
when her mind tried to resist.
“You’re here a little early today.” His grin let her know
that he was okay with that fact. Not that he would keep his true emotions
hidden. He wasn’t that kind of guy, and she appreciated that about him more
than she expected to. It was nice to never have to guess what he was thinking,
what he was feeling. James putting it all on the table gave her the freedom to
not overthink things.
“Were you busy?” she asked just to be polite.
“I’m never too busy for you.” He let one hand wander up her
side and across her breast. The motion made her nipple go hard instantly.
“And I look forward to seeing your body in the light of
day.” He flicked his thumb across her nipple again and a jolt shot through her.
The man knew how to touch her just right.
James moved down to kiss her neck, to the sensitive area he
knew she loved to be kissed, and his hands worked to undo and push her pants to
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