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Authors: Tess Oliver, Anna Hart
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bracing for whatever might come next. A loud, crashing sound outside was followed by something hard hitting the house.
I hopped back out of bed and ran into the hallway. I smacked right into a hard, naked chest. In fact, the entire man was naked, and a welcome sight, in the middle of my frenzy.
“Thought I heard the patter of your little feet.” Jackson reached up and tucked the hair that had fallen across my face behind my ear. “It’s just wind.”
“No. Wind pushes the trees around a little, dislodges some leaves from their branches. Whatever’s going on out there—it’s picking up large objects and throwing them at the house.”
“I did hear something smack the far wall.” He grinned appreciatively at the nightie again as if he hadn’t already seen it. “It seems that once again I’ve happened upon my distraught heroine. Only this time she’s fleeing dangerous weather instead of a rotten husband.” He took hold of my hand. “There’s only one thing to do.”
I swallowed the sudden dryness in my throat. “What’s that?” I squeaked.
“I need to take you into my bedroom and comfort you the best way I know how.”
“Comfort me?”
“Well, comfort might be the wrong word.” He leaned down, and as he kissed me, another violent wind whipped around the house. “But I guarantee it will take your mind off that wind.”
Without waiting for a response, he led me into his room. The room on the opposite side had less floral prints and an altogether more masculine interior, right up to the massive four post bed standing in the center of the room.
Something about seeing the sheets and blankets in a disarray, knowing that Jackson’s naked body had just, moments before, been lying in the center of it all, sent a stream of heat through me. My pussy, still tender from the tryst in the carriage, throbbed with an urge to be the center of attention again.
The shadows of the room came alive when Jackson walked over and turned the nightstand lamp on one notch. It cast the perfect amount of glow over the room, a yellow stream of light that made the whole room look as if it was on the movie set of some nineteenth century romance.
The only thing that didn’t look as if it belonged in a past century was the completely heartbreaking man standing in front of the antique bed. His lean, well-muscled body looked positively incredible in the dimly lit room. As my eyes dropped, I took in, for the first time, the true length and size of his erection. It had seemed nearly impossible when he’d made love to me in the carriage, filling me to capacity in a way I’d never experienced before. But seeing it now, assured me it had not been my imagination. Jackson was head to toe magnificent, and best of all, he was every bit man and every bit cowboy. I hadn’t realized how much I’d hankered for a perfectly hot cowboy until now.
Apparently, Jackson noticed me ogling him. He grinned and held out his arms. “See anything that interests ya’?” He looked pointedly down at his rock solid cock. “I guess my interest is more than obvious.”
“You are a picture, that’s for damn sure. Although—” I sashayed over to his dresser. The storm outside no longer concerned me. I felt safe, secure and once again flirty with Jackson. I picked up his hat and carried it over to him. “I think this will just add the cherry on top.”
He lifted the black hat and pushed it down low over his head. I’d teased him about it once, but his brilliant white smile really did remind me of a Hollywood caliber smile. I could easily imagine him on the set of some edgy western with badass men on cool horses chasing after money, bad guys and fast women. And if that made me a fast woman, then so be it.
“See, now that I’m wearing my hat, my confidence level has just shot up ten points. And I aim to do as I please.”
“Since confidence was never an issue with you—”
“We’re done talking, Spunky. Night’s nearly over, and I want to
I hopped back out of bed and ran into the hallway. I smacked right into a hard, naked chest. In fact, the entire man was naked, and a welcome sight, in the middle of my frenzy.
“Thought I heard the patter of your little feet.” Jackson reached up and tucked the hair that had fallen across my face behind my ear. “It’s just wind.”
“No. Wind pushes the trees around a little, dislodges some leaves from their branches. Whatever’s going on out there—it’s picking up large objects and throwing them at the house.”
“I did hear something smack the far wall.” He grinned appreciatively at the nightie again as if he hadn’t already seen it. “It seems that once again I’ve happened upon my distraught heroine. Only this time she’s fleeing dangerous weather instead of a rotten husband.” He took hold of my hand. “There’s only one thing to do.”
I swallowed the sudden dryness in my throat. “What’s that?” I squeaked.
“I need to take you into my bedroom and comfort you the best way I know how.”
“Comfort me?”
“Well, comfort might be the wrong word.” He leaned down, and as he kissed me, another violent wind whipped around the house. “But I guarantee it will take your mind off that wind.”
Without waiting for a response, he led me into his room. The room on the opposite side had less floral prints and an altogether more masculine interior, right up to the massive four post bed standing in the center of the room.
Something about seeing the sheets and blankets in a disarray, knowing that Jackson’s naked body had just, moments before, been lying in the center of it all, sent a stream of heat through me. My pussy, still tender from the tryst in the carriage, throbbed with an urge to be the center of attention again.
The shadows of the room came alive when Jackson walked over and turned the nightstand lamp on one notch. It cast the perfect amount of glow over the room, a yellow stream of light that made the whole room look as if it was on the movie set of some nineteenth century romance.
The only thing that didn’t look as if it belonged in a past century was the completely heartbreaking man standing in front of the antique bed. His lean, well-muscled body looked positively incredible in the dimly lit room. As my eyes dropped, I took in, for the first time, the true length and size of his erection. It had seemed nearly impossible when he’d made love to me in the carriage, filling me to capacity in a way I’d never experienced before. But seeing it now, assured me it had not been my imagination. Jackson was head to toe magnificent, and best of all, he was every bit man and every bit cowboy. I hadn’t realized how much I’d hankered for a perfectly hot cowboy until now.
Apparently, Jackson noticed me ogling him. He grinned and held out his arms. “See anything that interests ya’?” He looked pointedly down at his rock solid cock. “I guess my interest is more than obvious.”
“You are a picture, that’s for damn sure. Although—” I sashayed over to his dresser. The storm outside no longer concerned me. I felt safe, secure and once again flirty with Jackson. I picked up his hat and carried it over to him. “I think this will just add the cherry on top.”
He lifted the black hat and pushed it down low over his head. I’d teased him about it once, but his brilliant white smile really did remind me of a Hollywood caliber smile. I could easily imagine him on the set of some edgy western with badass men on cool horses chasing after money, bad guys and fast women. And if that made me a fast woman, then so be it.
“See, now that I’m wearing my hat, my confidence level has just shot up ten points. And I aim to do as I please.”
“Since confidence was never an issue with you—”
“We’re done talking, Spunky. Night’s nearly over, and I want to
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