Texas Passion (7 page)

After a
moment, he withdrew his cock and released his hold on her hips. She dropped her
legs and lowered her hands to his waist. “I guess you don’t like me wearing my
brother’s clothes. Or did you just want to fuck me?”

The rough
words she used when they were alone stirred his lust, but he couldn’t resist
teasing her. “A lady shouldn’t use such language.”

She lifted a
brow, and the tips of her breasts speared his chest. “I thought we established
the fact that I’m no lady. Don’t you remember the last time we were here? And
the getup I had on?”

He tweaked
her nipples and pictured her drinking tea in an elegant parlor in Boston. “But
you sure look pretty in your blue satin dress. No one would ever guess what a
hellcat you—”

A finger
touched his lips and silenced his words.

Green sparks
lit her eyes. “Don’t go there. Just because I’m wearing a pretty dress or
putting on the dog for some guests doesn’t mean I’m some city girl. I like
riding horses and working outside. That’s why I left Boston. Texas is my home,
where I want to live. I don’t want to be anything more than a rancher’s wife.
Your wife.”

“God, I love
you,” sprang from his soul, surprising him as much as her.

She smiled
and grabbed the tail of his shirt, then smoothed her hands over his ass. “Good,
because I fell in love with you the day I caught you behind your father’s barn
making love to Karen Sue Miller.” A slight blush turned her cheeks pink. “What
I saw that day fed my dreams for years.”

Fantasies of
his own flashed in his head—Catherine naked in the hayloft, swimming nude in
the lake, or maybe on all fours while he slammed into her from behind.

She squeezed
his ass, and a slow burn built in his balls. He groaned and cupped his hands
around her face. In a little over twenty-four hours they’d be married. “As soon
as we’re married, you’ll have to tell me a few of your fantasies and we’ll try
them out.”

“Why wait?”
She drew his hips forward and ground the curly hair covering her mound against
his hardening cock. “We still have a while before the storm lets up and no one
is here to stop us from doing anything we want.”

The green
fire in her eyes matched the passion racing through his veins. How could he be
blessed with such a perfect woman?

“You’re
right. There’s no reason to wait.” He eased back and whipped his shirt over his
head before shedding the rest of his clothes. Holding her hand, he led her to
the bed, sat on the side, and drew her between his legs. “Now, Catherine, tell
me your favorite fantasy.”

About the
Author

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Crazy, meek and shy, at times Anita Philmar has all these characteristics. A normal
person with a husband, two kids, and a dog, she loves people and enjoys meeting
new friends as well as old ones. She spends most of her time alone, because she’s
chosen to be a writer.

The kiss of
death for some, she enjoys the adventure of discovering new worlds in her head
and hopes her readers find pleasure in there as well.

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