“Please, Dalton.” Then his mouth finds her and all thought stops. His fingertips are tracing over her skin, and she is clutching his waist. She kisses him back desperate, hot and heady with desire for him. He takes his time caressing, seeking, and tasting her.
“Can you read my mind, Cassandra? Look and see what I am going to do to you, with you.”
She gasps and tries to pull away. “I can’t read you…”
His mouth silences her once again. When he tears his mouth from hers, he waits for her to catch her breath and lifts her off her feet.
Staring at him she wonders if it's possible to read him. Looking into his eyes full of hunger for her, she opens her mind and feels… Dalton. His strength, his passion, his hunger and she pushes her desire at him. He sees her naked beneath him, clawing his back and screaming his name.
Dalton’s knees almost buckle with the force of his need. Once again, his mouth claims hers harsh, demanding and full of promise. He turns and in four strides is in his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
Cassie’s doubt is gone. She wants him as a woman wants a man. She is no longer an innocent young bride. “Make love to me, Dalton. Let’s not waste another moment.”
He lowers her feet to the floor, dragging her body down the length of his. “Once I have you, Cassie, I will never let you go,” he says gruffly.
She backs away, ignoring his promise as he lights a lantern. Her trembling fingers struggle with the buttons on her dress, exposing a hint of black lace beneath. Instantly, Dalton is before her stilling her hands and drawing her dress up over her head and tossing it quickly to the floor.
“Look at you, Cassie, so beautiful.” He raves, staring at the pale skin dotted with freckles, “Like stars in the heavens.”
God, she's wearing a blue silk chemise with black lace cups lovingly holding her breasts. Pink-tipped nipples erect and straining against the lace call for him. He can't resist and lowers his head, and she almost screams when his hot mouth scrapes her erect nipple. Her hands bury themselves in his blonde hair.
“More, Dalton!” She demands tugging his head up to her mouth. Wild with need for him she pulls on his hair as he ravages her mouth. Her hands trace his muscular chest, and her mouth follows. Any hope of going slow evaporates. All barriers fall, followed by any clothing that remains. Love is an ocean, and they find the rhythm of two souls uniting, swimming in the pleasure and when the sea rages they cling to each other, forgetting all that has come before.
Chapter 16
Faith is up early and at the telegraph office to begin her day. She usually checks in to see if she has any messages before eating her breakfast at the restaurant. When she enters, she is surprised to find a return message dated last night.
Her eyebrows raise as she reads the message. “Cassandra Wolfe, family history. Will pay triple your normal salary?” Cassie takes a piece of paper and writes a note on it, then folds it up and puts the message inside an envelope along with her letter.
She rubs her back, “Gosh, this baby is getting heavier.” Remembering Aiden’s threat last night, she is determined to help Cassie any way she can. Everyone knew Eustace had something to do with the murders of Cassie’s family, but no one could prove it. Something has to change, maybe Solomon is the one to change it.
She takes her usual seat and orders her juice and eggs. Her hands are trembling as she waits for him to come in. Solomon is big, dark-haired and sexy in that cowboy way. Large, rough hands, thick, lush beard, and deep, sexy voice. The women take note, and so do the men. Some of them leave as quickly as they can when he enters. He spots her and heads her way.
“Good Morning, Mrs. Smith. How are you feeling?” He notices everything, the way her blue, green eyes flick around the room as though looking for an escape if she should need it. The way her hands tremble and the desperate look in her eyes.
“Excellent, thank you. Are you off this morning then?” Faith asks, hoping to sound confident and not terrified.
“I am, indeed. Just need a good breakfast, I'm starving, I leave you to eat your own breakfast before it gets cold.” He tips his hat to her and chooses a table in the corner facing her. She eats slowly, enjoying her food and greeting those that stop to talk. When the room finally clears out, she stands up and smiles at Solomon, and turns to go, dropping an envelope on the floor.
He waits for her to leave and quickly walks over, scooping it up with a smile. “Good girl,” he whispers. Time to get to work now. He wants to be back in San Francisco before tomorrow night. He quickly scans the message and her note. Faith wrote, “Talk to Sheriff Bower and his wife, Willow. You will find all you need. Good luck.”
As Solomon nears the Sheriff's office, he hears weeping inside, and he bumps into a man as he exits.
“I told you not to rile him, Willow. You know better than that! Remember what he did the last time? Jackson’s arm is just now healing.”
“No ten-year-old boy should have to live with this kind of fear! His father is the Sheriff for God's sake!” she whimpers.
“It's time, Willow for us to consider your families offer. The railroad is coming. We can take the train and leave this hell hole. If the banks come to mine the Wolfe property, all our income will
