Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) by Cerise DeLand Page A

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for Duke’s crab cakes. Hope you like Creole, Willow. Do you?”
    Willow nodded. “The best!” She tucked her purse under her
arm and gave each of them a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for a great
introduction to the family.”
    “You haven’t met them all yet,” Jed warned.
    “Stay tuned for more names to remember,” Will said.
    “I’ll need that family genealogy chart PDQ.”
    “Good thinking,” Harry agreed. “Listen, take it easy on that
road. The deer are always jumping out of the woods along that last mile stretch
into town and you’d be shocked at what damage one little fawn can do to your
fender.”
    “Especially because she’s driving Wade’s ’48 convertible,”
Jed added.
    “That’s right, she is.” Wade had come right up behind her.
    Willow was surprised he was still here. She hadn’t seen him
for the last hour or more and assumed he had gone home. She did not want to be
leaving at the same time as he. The opportunity for her to feel awkward and
schoolgirlish around him was not a welcome one. If she rushed she might zip
away before he came too close. Again.
    She waggled her fingers at the MacRaes and got the heck out
of the house. Luck and her high heels had to be on her side because she got
into the car, turned the engine over and wheeled it out of the driveway without
hearing Wade’s footsteps.
    The night wind swirling her hair, the Texas sky like a
blanket of navy velvet above her, she marveled at the brilliance of the moon.
The route from the MacRae ranch was a straight shot into town. She was doing a
cool forty when she saw a pair of headlights zoom right up in back of her
trunk.
    She bit her lip. Wade, acting macho and sheriff-y.
    And damn if he didn’t turn on his popcorn lights.
    Well, hell.
    She pulled over. Killed the engine. Crossed her arms and
huffed.
    When he stood beside her door she didn’t honor him with a
look or a word.
    “Get out.”
    “I will not.”
    He yanked the door open so fast she was hauled up right
flush to his body before she could say, “Forget you.”
    “I said, I want you out here.” One of his arms clamped her
around her waist. His other went straight across her ass and his hand landed
right there where he could press and get a good idea of how her pussy wept at
his command over her.
    Better, standing next to him made her nipples peak. She
loved being crushed against him like this, overwhelmed and manhandled by a
colossus. So few men with the build and the power to haul her around had a
personality that had any charm to it. This was a controlling man bending her to
his will but she had seen his soft spot. He could melt for his kids. A good
trait. Could he get weak in the knees for her? She wanted that but had to go
slowly, be safe and erect boundaries around herself until she knew he was
honestly interested in her as well as her pussy. Controlling men could be
dangerous. She didn’t mind that. In fact she had often looked for a strong man
to whom she could safely surrender. Could Wade Saxon be that man? Until she
felt protected and whole with him she needed to stand her ground and show him
she could rebel. Refuse. “Let me go.”
    In the moonlight his gaze grew narrow and feral.
    Her heart thumped.
    Her pussy too. Damn it all.
    His magnificent lips spread in a grin, like a lethal cat
ready to eat her for dinner. “You were speeding.”
    She grunted. The action rubbed her aching breasts against
his very solid chest—and sent her temperature higher. “I was doing forty.”
    “Going too fast.”
    For what? The car? Or their fascination with each other?
“How can that be?”
    “You’ve got to treat this car gently.”
    “You should have given me instructions.”
    He cast his eyes down at her heaving breasts. “I should
have.”
    He agreed? She tipped her head, searching for what his
problem really was. She hoped it was his need to erase this ridiculous tension
between them. Like I’m not to blame myself for delaying the