'You sure are pretty when you're angry. Your eyes sparkle.'
'A lot of women carry weapons for . . . What did you say? ' She
turned her head to look at him and bumped into his chin. 'I said
you're pretty, ' he repeated.
He rattled her with the compliment. 'Thank you, ' she stammered before
looking away so that she could concentrate.
'Women who live in the Wild West must carry guns because there are all
sorts of . . . What are you doing? ' He had bent down and was
nuzzling her neck. 'I'm kissing you, but don't let me interrupt your
tirade. You were saying? ' 'There are wild animals . . . like bears
and other predators . . . and . . . ' She paused to sigh, then tilted
her head to one side so he would have more room to explore the side of
her neck. The sweet warmth of his breath against her felt wonderful
and made her shiver. She knew she should stop him from taking such
liberties, and she would do just that, she promised herself, in just a
little while.
'Predators? ' he asked when she didn't continue.
'Yes, there are lots of predators.'
'Where? ' She had lost her train of thought. 'I don't know. . .
somewhere.' He laughed softly. 'I'm getting to you, aren't I? ' He
asked the question as he slowly turned her in his arms and lowered his
head so that he could give her a proper kiss. His body had other
ideas. The second she put her arms around his neck, he roughly pulled
her up against him until her breasts were pressed against his chest,
and hungrily kissed her. His mouth took complete possession of hers,
his tongue penetrated, and for long breathless minutes he made love to
her with his mouth. Her body fit his perfectly, as though she had been
made just for him. She was so sweet and sensual and loving.
And innocent. The reminder helped him regain his senses. He couldn't
quite make himself let go of her, but he did let her catch her
breath.
Gently tugging on her lower lip with his teeth so she would open her
mouth again, he kissed hard and thoroughly, and then released her.
She wouldn't let go of him. Trembling with desire, she kissed him with
all the pent-up passion and longing inside her. She became the
aggressor, imitating the erotic way that he had kissed her, timidly at
first and then boldly when he wrapped her in his arms again. He
growled low in his throat when her tongue touched his.
God, she was sweet. She tasted like candy. Her abandon shook him, and
