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offered, wanting to do anything to take his mind off the events of the evening. Arthur Langley’s face kept invading her thoughts. Surely he wasn’t serious. He’d been Charles’ much older brother. The man had to be seventy years old if he were a day.
Noah pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck. “I’m hungry for you. I want to hold you all night long.”
A thrill shot through her. She didn’t know which to look forward to the most. Making love with the sexiest guy in the world or being held by him. She didn’t have to think long. Being held, for sure. Hands down. Still, she intended to have a good time. So far her life had been empty of tenderness and affection. Her sexual experiences were unhappy ones. They were null and void. As of this moment, she was starting over.
“This is your lucky night, cowboy.” She kissed him on the lips, far more nervous than she let on. “Christmas is coming early for Noah McCoy.”
With a groan, he threw the papers and plaque on the dining table, grabbed her hand and headed toward the stairs.
As Skye allowed herself to be led into Noah’s world, she relished every second. The knowledge that she was in his room and about to be in his bed was amazing. The luxury of inhaling his scent made her clasp her own arms and hug herself. She would never forget it. Being in his presence enveloped her in a haze of arousal.
Not too often in life does one get the chance to give or receive unconditional love. People, it seems, always have an agenda. But tonight, she was about to present Noah with her warmth, her love and her body. She wouldn’t explain her gesture. But when the sun rose, he’d realize she had no expectations. No strings were attached to her embrace and no promises were required for her to offer the key to her heart.
Why was she drawn to Noah McCoy? It was a long story.
As she watched him remove his clothes, take off his boots, lay his Stetson on the desk, she remembered…
He had been a presence in her life, a constant she anticipated like buried treasure.
When legal aid had finally located Lance for her, he had come. He found her as starved for family as she was for freedom. So he shared the only family he had. He’d told her about each of the McCoys—all the fun stories, sad stories, and news. He regaled her with the adventures he had with the McCoys from rescuing Jessie Montgomery to hunting renegade vandals who cut barb wire and mutilated cattle. Lance had used the day-to-day life of the family he thought the world of, to give Skye something to think about, something to look forward to rather than another day or night behind bars. She had cherished every word and every photo. And fell halfway in love with Noah McCoy. She reached for the zipper on the side of her dress.
“Stop.” His stare touched her across the shadowed inkiness of the room. “I want the privilege.” He turned on the bedside lamp which cast a romantic, muted glow. “There’s no way I’m missing this.” Noah reached for her. “I want to undress you, to enjoy every inch of skin I solely unveil.” He ran his hands over her shoulders, slipping the evening gown down, a dark flame of desire blazing in his eyes. Skye felt like she could easily drown in his gaze. He was almost nude. Only a pair of grey briefs remained and they did nothing to hide his huge erection. The outline of his cock was blatantly evident—swollen, filling up the front of his underwear. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching in her throat. He looked at her with absolute hunger. This was one thing that excited her about Noah—the way he gave her his total undivided attention. Over the years so many people had looked through her, ignored her—she was just a number, a nobody. Not Noah. He ate her up with his eyes. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look. He’d been doing this from the first moment they met. There had always been a connection between them. It hadn’t been just wishful thinking
Noah pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck. “I’m hungry for you. I want to hold you all night long.”
A thrill shot through her. She didn’t know which to look forward to the most. Making love with the sexiest guy in the world or being held by him. She didn’t have to think long. Being held, for sure. Hands down. Still, she intended to have a good time. So far her life had been empty of tenderness and affection. Her sexual experiences were unhappy ones. They were null and void. As of this moment, she was starting over.
“This is your lucky night, cowboy.” She kissed him on the lips, far more nervous than she let on. “Christmas is coming early for Noah McCoy.”
With a groan, he threw the papers and plaque on the dining table, grabbed her hand and headed toward the stairs.
As Skye allowed herself to be led into Noah’s world, she relished every second. The knowledge that she was in his room and about to be in his bed was amazing. The luxury of inhaling his scent made her clasp her own arms and hug herself. She would never forget it. Being in his presence enveloped her in a haze of arousal.
Not too often in life does one get the chance to give or receive unconditional love. People, it seems, always have an agenda. But tonight, she was about to present Noah with her warmth, her love and her body. She wouldn’t explain her gesture. But when the sun rose, he’d realize she had no expectations. No strings were attached to her embrace and no promises were required for her to offer the key to her heart.
Why was she drawn to Noah McCoy? It was a long story.
As she watched him remove his clothes, take off his boots, lay his Stetson on the desk, she remembered…
He had been a presence in her life, a constant she anticipated like buried treasure.
When legal aid had finally located Lance for her, he had come. He found her as starved for family as she was for freedom. So he shared the only family he had. He’d told her about each of the McCoys—all the fun stories, sad stories, and news. He regaled her with the adventures he had with the McCoys from rescuing Jessie Montgomery to hunting renegade vandals who cut barb wire and mutilated cattle. Lance had used the day-to-day life of the family he thought the world of, to give Skye something to think about, something to look forward to rather than another day or night behind bars. She had cherished every word and every photo. And fell halfway in love with Noah McCoy. She reached for the zipper on the side of her dress.
“Stop.” His stare touched her across the shadowed inkiness of the room. “I want the privilege.” He turned on the bedside lamp which cast a romantic, muted glow. “There’s no way I’m missing this.” Noah reached for her. “I want to undress you, to enjoy every inch of skin I solely unveil.” He ran his hands over her shoulders, slipping the evening gown down, a dark flame of desire blazing in his eyes. Skye felt like she could easily drown in his gaze. He was almost nude. Only a pair of grey briefs remained and they did nothing to hide his huge erection. The outline of his cock was blatantly evident—swollen, filling up the front of his underwear. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching in her throat. He looked at her with absolute hunger. This was one thing that excited her about Noah—the way he gave her his total undivided attention. Over the years so many people had looked through her, ignored her—she was just a number, a nobody. Not Noah. He ate her up with his eyes. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look. He’d been doing this from the first moment they met. There had always been a connection between them. It hadn’t been just wishful thinking
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