the man. He had to be crazy not to realize he had an incredible wife. You are, you know. You run your ranch every bit as well as a man, maybe better. Sometimes I wonder how you do it all. There are days I nearly drop from exhaustion, like after branding."
She smiled. "To think I believed you were a lazy, spoiled rich kid. You really do work on that ranch, don't you?"
He moved his hands to her waist. She tried to deny the pulsing knot forming in her stomach.
"Harder than I care to admit." He brushed his lips against hers as he spoke.
Her mind told her to pull back, but her body refused to obey. She felt an increasing need to have him kiss her, instead of tease. She slipped her hand behind his neck and gently guided him closer. Never had she wanted a man to kiss her more. His lips were warm and soft, gentle and demanding. His kiss left her breathless and confused. No man should kiss a woman with such depth and emotion.
"Does this mean you no longer hate me?" she asked, dazed by the depth of his kiss. "The fact I'm Indian just might have slipped your mind," she taunted, afraid the jolting reminder would send him heading back to his ranch in a cloud of dust. His grip tightened, his attitude suddenly serious.
"I deserve that comment, this one time," he said, releasing her. "I have a lot on my mind. My life is getting more complicated by the day." He paused and rubbed his chin with his thumb. "I don't know where we're headed. I swore I'd never get close to a woman again. Sean's mother left us. I won't put either of us through that emotional roller coaster again."
"I know what you mean," she agreed, barely above a whisper.
"When I see you, I want to turn and run in the opposite direction. It's not because I don't want to be near you, it's because I can't trust myself when I'm near you. Does that make sense?" He pulled his fingers through his hair.
She recognized the gesture, one he did when frustration and indecision pressed him. She touched his arm, and then allowed him to quickly pull her against him.
"I'm not asking for a commitment from you, Brett. I'm not asking for anything. I have no desire to give up my freedom, but a friend I could use." Her body tingled
"I want more than friendship. You put me on fire."
His breath felt hot against her ear. She answered by raising herself to meet his kiss. He moved his lips against hers and gently covered her mouth. His lips were more persuasive than she cared to admit. She responded with an urgency of her own.
They clung to each other, sharing kiss after hot kiss. They pressed their bodies together. He ignited her soul, demanding more and more, asking to be satisfied. A wild, free feeling filled her. She wanted him . . . all of him.
She tipped her head back, allowing him to sear a path down her neck. Her heart pounded fast, hearing his breathing match hers. Every part of her wanted Brett, except her mind. She feared his strength, his possession, his demands, and then the ultimate scoff at her inability to satisfy him. She'd refuse to do embarrassing things to him or allow him to demand strange submissions from her. Then the beatings would start.
Fear filling her, Willow bolted. She stepped a safe distance away, shaking. Breathing deep, she sat, fighting with her emotions. She felt him sit next to her, silent and waiting.
"I'm sorry. I'm frigid, if the truth be known."
"You expect me to believe that, after the most incredible kisses I've had in my life?"
"You're making fun, right?"
"Look at me," he demanded. "Please," he added in a husky tone. "No woman has made me hotter with just a kiss. If you consider this icy, I'm afraid I'll melt if you warm up."
"Don't be silly. Gordon told me I kiss like a fish.” She twisted her fingers together. “The rest you don't need to hear."
He covered her hands with his large palm. A heat wave flushed her body.
"You feel it, too, don't you? It's like nothing I've felt before. You're fighting it, but no matter how hard you try, it's
She smiled. "To think I believed you were a lazy, spoiled rich kid. You really do work on that ranch, don't you?"
He moved his hands to her waist. She tried to deny the pulsing knot forming in her stomach.
"Harder than I care to admit." He brushed his lips against hers as he spoke.
Her mind told her to pull back, but her body refused to obey. She felt an increasing need to have him kiss her, instead of tease. She slipped her hand behind his neck and gently guided him closer. Never had she wanted a man to kiss her more. His lips were warm and soft, gentle and demanding. His kiss left her breathless and confused. No man should kiss a woman with such depth and emotion.
"Does this mean you no longer hate me?" she asked, dazed by the depth of his kiss. "The fact I'm Indian just might have slipped your mind," she taunted, afraid the jolting reminder would send him heading back to his ranch in a cloud of dust. His grip tightened, his attitude suddenly serious.
"I deserve that comment, this one time," he said, releasing her. "I have a lot on my mind. My life is getting more complicated by the day." He paused and rubbed his chin with his thumb. "I don't know where we're headed. I swore I'd never get close to a woman again. Sean's mother left us. I won't put either of us through that emotional roller coaster again."
"I know what you mean," she agreed, barely above a whisper.
"When I see you, I want to turn and run in the opposite direction. It's not because I don't want to be near you, it's because I can't trust myself when I'm near you. Does that make sense?" He pulled his fingers through his hair.
She recognized the gesture, one he did when frustration and indecision pressed him. She touched his arm, and then allowed him to quickly pull her against him.
"I'm not asking for a commitment from you, Brett. I'm not asking for anything. I have no desire to give up my freedom, but a friend I could use." Her body tingled
"I want more than friendship. You put me on fire."
His breath felt hot against her ear. She answered by raising herself to meet his kiss. He moved his lips against hers and gently covered her mouth. His lips were more persuasive than she cared to admit. She responded with an urgency of her own.
They clung to each other, sharing kiss after hot kiss. They pressed their bodies together. He ignited her soul, demanding more and more, asking to be satisfied. A wild, free feeling filled her. She wanted him . . . all of him.
She tipped her head back, allowing him to sear a path down her neck. Her heart pounded fast, hearing his breathing match hers. Every part of her wanted Brett, except her mind. She feared his strength, his possession, his demands, and then the ultimate scoff at her inability to satisfy him. She'd refuse to do embarrassing things to him or allow him to demand strange submissions from her. Then the beatings would start.
Fear filling her, Willow bolted. She stepped a safe distance away, shaking. Breathing deep, she sat, fighting with her emotions. She felt him sit next to her, silent and waiting.
"I'm sorry. I'm frigid, if the truth be known."
"You expect me to believe that, after the most incredible kisses I've had in my life?"
"You're making fun, right?"
"Look at me," he demanded. "Please," he added in a husky tone. "No woman has made me hotter with just a kiss. If you consider this icy, I'm afraid I'll melt if you warm up."
"Don't be silly. Gordon told me I kiss like a fish.” She twisted her fingers together. “The rest you don't need to hear."
He covered her hands with his large palm. A heat wave flushed her body.
"You feel it, too, don't you? It's like nothing I've felt before. You're fighting it, but no matter how hard you try, it's
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