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working of the ranch. Shane had mentioned several times that if they expanded the
cattle operation even more, Mac could sell the honky-tonk and devote all his time to
White Eagle.
Dash was still living in the line shack, wrestling with his own demons, but the three
Morgan heirs had settled into a semblance of a relationship. Leah, finally able to put her
anger against Joe aside, hoped the three of them could create the family none of them
had ever had.
“I’m glad Carmen came to the wedding,” Leah said as she removed the flowers
she’d worn in her hair. “She seemed to actually be having a good time.”
“Maybe she’ll come to the ranch once in a while now,” Shane ventured.
“I hope so. I want to be close with her.”
“And Mac and Dash have both supported your plan to bring horses in to ‘whisper’
to,” he pointed out. “So I’d say you got pretty much everything you wanted.”
She smiled at him. “All I really need is you.”
Shane cupped her face in his warm hands. “It seems like forever since I’ve been able
to hold you and do the things I want to with you.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
His kiss began as a gentle touch of lips to lips, but hunger surged through them
both. This was the first time they’d really been able to make love since the shooting, and
she was so greedy for him. Pressing her body against his, she wrapped her arms around
his neck and pulled him as close to her as possible.
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Shane licked the outline of her mouth with his tongue before thrusting it inside,
sucking her tongue. He tilted her head to give himself better access, devouring her like
a starving man at a bountiful feast. Her breath mingled with his as if they were one
person.
Panting, Shane drew back, kissing her lightly and sliding his hands down her arms.
“I want to see you naked,” he breathed. “I want to touch and kiss every inch of
you.”
He turned her to face away from him so he could slide the back zipper all the way
down below the swell of her buttocks. With great care he pushed the fabric from her
shoulder, inching it down until it fell into a pool at her feet. Leah shivered as he swept
her long hair aside, brushed his lips against the nape of her neck and traced a path the
length of her spine. The tip of his tongue licked delicately at the top of the cleft between
the cheeks of her ass, sending shudders of pleasure racing through her.
She kicked the dress away, standing only in her high heels, silk thong and lace and
silk demi-bra. Shane’s fingers danced from her shoulders to her wrists, his lips
following. She knew the exact moment he reached the scar on her arm. His mouth
opened and he sucked in the healing flesh as if branding it with his own mark.
“It’s ugly,” she whispered.
“Nothing about you is ugly,” he told her, his voice so thick with desire she almost
didn’t recognize it. “The man who gave you this is ugly but not you, darlin’. Never
you.” He kissed it again. “Consider it your badge of honor.”
He turned her to face him. “God, you look so sexy.”
He trailed the tips of his fingers over the swell of her breasts, his breath as he bent
closer a warm breeze over her skin. Linking his fingers with hers, he lifted her hands
and pressed light kisses on the inside of each wrist. Leah felt moisture flooding the
crotch of her thong and dripping to the insides of her thighs.
Shane was definitely taking his time, drawing out every touch and every caress,
inciting the throbbing of her blood at every one of her pulse points. Hands still linked,
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he unfastened the front closure of her bra and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth,
wrapping his tongue around it.
The sensations shuddered through her and she moaned with the pleasure of it.
Slowly Shane dropped to his knees, his mouth showering kisses from the valley of her
breasts past her navel to the lacy edge of her thong. Gripping the fabric with his teeth,
he drew it slowly past her thighs. Pausing to lick the satiny nest of curls on her mound,
he bit the fabric again and eased it slowly down to her ankles.
Tightening her fingers in his for support, Leah stepped out of the scrap of material
and kicked it away, along with her heels. Shane licked the moisture from the inside of
her thighs before turning his attention to her cunt. She knew she was dripping with
arousal and she pushed her cunt against his marauding mouth, a silent plea for more.
But he wasn’t to be rushed. His tongue explored her pussy thoroughly, lapping and
sucking and driving her to the point of insanity before he finally lifted her in his arms
and carried her to the bed. Flipping back the comforter and sheet, he laid her gently
against the pile of fluffy pillows, then stood eating her with his eyes while he removed
the rest of his clothes.
When his magnificent cock sprang free she sucked in her breath and reached for it
with one hand, her small fingers curling around its hot thickness.
“No more teasing,” she begged. “I want you inside me so badly, Shane. Please.”
She saw the desire to prolong the foreplay with the need for completion battling in
his eyes. Then he sheathed himself, knelt between her bent knees, and pressed the head
of his cock to the entrance of her wet, welcoming pussy.
He held himself rigid for a moment, not moving, his eyes blazing into hers. She saw
in them love, hope, desire, passion—all the things she’d always wanted.
“I love you,” she breathed, wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I love you too, Leah. Always.”
And with a quick thrust, he slid home.
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About the Author
I always wonder what readers really want to know when I write one of these
things. Getting to this point in my career has been an interesting journey. I’ve managed
rock and roll bands and organized concerts. Been the only female on the sports staff of a
university newspaper. Immersed myself in Nashville peddling a country singer. Lived
in five different states. Married two very interesting but totally different men.
I think I must have lived in Texas in another life, because the minute I set foot on
Texas soil I knew I was home. Living in Texas Hill Country gives me inspiration for
more stories than I’ll probably ever be able to tell, what with all the sexy cowboys who
surround me and the gorgeous scenery that provides a great setting.
Each day is a new adventure for me, as my characters come to life on the pages of
my current work in progress. I’m absolutely compulsive about it when I’m writing and
thank all the gods and goddesses that I have such a terrific husband who encourages
my writing and puts up with my obsession. As a multi-published author, I love to hear
from my readers. Their input keeps my mind fresh and always hunting for new ideas.
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