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Copyright © Sarah McCarty 2018
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“He was going to kill me.”
“Yes.” Of that, he had no doubt.
She took a slow breath. “I never thought about that.”
He had. Ever since he’d seen that wanted poster, he hadn’t thought of much else. It was why he’d had to prepare and then get her out of town. With a bounty that high and so seemingly easy a target, every bounty hunter in the West would be hunting her. Some experienced. Some not. It was the inexperienced ones that made him sweat. Pair excitable men with loaded guns and accidents often happened. He’d talked to Cougar about his concerns and he and the others agreed. Right now, the best thing to do was to ensconce Mimi and the kids in Bentley’s cabin and pray the sky stayed dry.
“You really weren’t going to give me up?”
“Because what’s mine stays mine.”
She went still in his arms. Not stiff like before but still, like a rabbit facing down a wolf. Against his arm her ribs expanded and contracted with a short breath and he knew if the moon were brighter, and life kinder, he’d be able to see that slight flush along her cheekbones and that betraying hunger in her eyes. But life wasn’t kind and he couldn’t see, but he could feel, and she was wound tighter than a Sunday clock. “Just relax.”
“So that I can take advantage of you while you’re unsuspecting and vulnerable, of course.”
Her chuckle was weak but there.
“Do that again.”
“I can’t do it on command.”
“That’s a shame. You have a very pretty laugh.”
And very pretty eyes, and breasts and hips. But more attractive than all of that was her mind.
“For making me feel special.”
She turned in his lap. She had to feel his cock hard against her thigh. She didn’t balk and he didn’t push. He just waited. He didn’t have to wait long. After a soft expulsion of breath, her head tipped back and her gaze met his. Shadowed with mystery and redolent with an undefined emotion, her eyes held him enthralled even as her hands slid slowly up his chest and over his shoulders. So slowly that he held his breath, anticipation embracing his desire as delicately as her arms embraced his neck. She was something, his Mimi. Sweet. Intelligent. Passionate. Her tongue slid over her lips, leaving them glistening in pink temptation. Damn, he wanted to taste her. This time when her nails sank into his skin, they sent little bites of fire nipping down his spine.
“Make me feel special tonight, Jackson,” she whispered. “Please.”
Those hot bites settled into glowing embers of heat. “Why?”
She blinked. “Because I can’t be a fool again. I have to know if this is real.”
“You’re no fool.”
Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, narrowed. “You don’t know how I feel.”
But he would. Brushing the hair off her face, it was his turn to whisper. “Show me.”
Her torso moved against his in a slow, intimate caress. Her breasts, soft and full beneath her clothes, dragged erotically against his chest. He could feel her nipples beneath her blouse. He wanted to rip her blouse open, lower her camisole, cover them with his mouth. Show her how she made him burn. Make her burn in return.
“I feel wild,” she groaned.
So did he. “Good.”
That got him a frown. “I don’t like it.”
She would. He’d make sure she would, because there was nothing more important than this bond between them. This wildness. Placing his hands on her hips, he angled her closer. “Then I’ll like it enough for the both of us and wait for you to catch up.”
His reward was a burst of laughter. With a flick she knocked his hat off. Combing her fingers through his hair, she found the leather tie. With three tugs, she had it free. “Why do you tie it back?”
“For the same reason you do.”
Her smile bussed his throat as she sprinkled tiny kisses up to his jaw. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re worried about being tarred a loose woman.”
It was his turn to laugh. “No. I’m just too lazy to comb out the knots.”
“That I believe.”
“Come here and stop teasing me, woman.”
“You mean like this?” More of those butterfly kisses dusted his jawline.
“Exactly like that.” Grabbing her hips he lifted her up and turned her so she straddled him. His cock notched against her pussy. Her satisfaction was expressed in the moan that whispered over his cheek. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he tipped her head back. “Now kiss me like you missed me.”
That was the easiest order Mimi had ever followed. Mac hadn’t liked kissing. Or caressing. He hadn’t liked anything soft. She hadn’t ever missed Mac, but Jackson was different. She ached for him.
Like this, they were almost of a height and it was easy to tilt her head just enough, to part her lips just enough, to lean forward just enough. To tease. To tempt. Not just him, but herself. She’d waited so long for this. It almost felt too good to be true.
The order whispered into her mouth, mingling with her desire, pushing it higher, drawing her in, forcing the connection. Completing the union. Completing them.
Her moan echoed his. She turned her head, or maybe he turned it for her. She wasn’t sure. Didn’t care. All that mattered was this kiss. This man. Fire arced from him to her and then back again. Lightning danced over her skin, burning her from the outside in, all that intensity focusing on the points of their connection. Her lips, her breasts, her pussy. “I want you.”
The words were dragged from her heart, breathed into his mouth. Felt in her soul. His answer was a growl. Or maybe it was a yes. She took it as a yes, plucking at the buttons on his shirt, whimpering in frustration when they wouldn’t give, moaning in satisfaction when her fingers found warm skin.
“Yes. Just like that. Sing for me.”