for all your stuck-up sass. I think maybe you really are some line gal, down on your luck and putting on airs. I’m not even sure you’re good enough for my baby brothers.”
“Oh!” Furious, Jessica slapped him.
Cole caught her wrist. Too late, she watched the anger flare in his dark eyes. Oh, Lord. He would kill her now!
Instead, he leaned over and boldly captured her lips. Jessica’s strangled protest died away in her throat. Cole’s kiss was hard and hot, unexpectedly provocative. And sexy as hell. When she tried to pull away, he simply caught her nape with a strong hand and continued the sensual punishment. The beast. He knew she couldn’t re ally fight him, naked as she was.
Then abruptly he changed tactics and gentled his kiss, teasing her tongue with his own. Heavens, this was worse. A helpless shudder seized Jessica, and she clenched and unclenched her fists. His tongue pushed deeper, mating with her own, and she was left reeling.
Oh, he was ruthless, brazenly arousing her with his kiss. She hated him, but hated her traitorous body’s re sponse even more. She could feel the ecstatic singing in her blood, the tautening of her nipples, and the way desire flooded deep inside her belly. He left her no pride.
Then, just as abruptly as he had begun, he pulled away, and stared into her dazed face, his own eyes dark with de sire. “Who knows, lady? I might just keep you for myself.”
Jessica burned to claw his eyes out, but knew if he re taliated again, she’d be lost. “Will you please get out of my sight?” she demanded, voice trembling.
He straightened. “My pleasure, lady.”
He strode for the door, and Jessica fought a groan at the view of long, beautifully muscled legs and too-cute male butt. She couldn’t resist a final volley. “So when did you decide you wanted to compete?”
He whirled, and his voice came deep and husky. “When you rubbed against me on my horse. You made me hot. Made me wonder what you’d be like bobbing away to the rhythm of a man.”
“You are a brute.”
“Yeah,” he acknowledged proudly. “And you’d best re member it.”
“I thought you said you don’t like playing games—”
He strode to her side again, pressing his hands on either side of the tub and leaning close, so close that she could see the sexy whiskers along his jaw, could smell his scent, and could feel the heat of his stare. “That’s right, I don’t play games, lady. I’m deadly serious. But I like contests. And I like winning.”
Then, for the first time, Cole Reklaw grinned. Complete with dimples, wickedly gleaming eyes, and a flash of perfect white teeth. It was devastating. And even sex ier than his brazen kiss.
Then he was gone, and Jessica was burning. Indeed, she was amazed to see no steam rise from her tepid bathwater.
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Jessica grabbed her wrapper, hastily donned it, and dashed back inside the house, entering Ma’s bedroom through the door connecting it to the porch. She stood pressed against the antique armoire, breathing hard, cheeks still hot.
Oh, the nerve of that man, coming out on the porch and ogling her in her naked state, lecturing her on how to be have—as if he were a paragon of virtue!—then auda ciously kissing her. She yearned to throttle the beast—but even more, she burned from his maddening kiss.
She felt giddy, unsettled, confused, and still couldn’t make sense of anything—her apparent journey across time, the five Old West outlaws who had captured her, this primitive house they had brought her to. Where was she?
Jessica walked over to the dresser and picked up the old-fashioned cameo which had stuck her right before she’d made her remarkable journey. She held it up to the light, but the mysterious flickers she’d spotted earlier were absent now. Nonetheless, she opened it and experimentally pricked her finger, only to wince. If she’d hoped to be released from time-travel purgatory, she was sorely
“Oh!” Furious, Jessica slapped him.
Cole caught her wrist. Too late, she watched the anger flare in his dark eyes. Oh, Lord. He would kill her now!
Instead, he leaned over and boldly captured her lips. Jessica’s strangled protest died away in her throat. Cole’s kiss was hard and hot, unexpectedly provocative. And sexy as hell. When she tried to pull away, he simply caught her nape with a strong hand and continued the sensual punishment. The beast. He knew she couldn’t re ally fight him, naked as she was.
Then abruptly he changed tactics and gentled his kiss, teasing her tongue with his own. Heavens, this was worse. A helpless shudder seized Jessica, and she clenched and unclenched her fists. His tongue pushed deeper, mating with her own, and she was left reeling.
Oh, he was ruthless, brazenly arousing her with his kiss. She hated him, but hated her traitorous body’s re sponse even more. She could feel the ecstatic singing in her blood, the tautening of her nipples, and the way desire flooded deep inside her belly. He left her no pride.
Then, just as abruptly as he had begun, he pulled away, and stared into her dazed face, his own eyes dark with de sire. “Who knows, lady? I might just keep you for myself.”
Jessica burned to claw his eyes out, but knew if he re taliated again, she’d be lost. “Will you please get out of my sight?” she demanded, voice trembling.
He straightened. “My pleasure, lady.”
He strode for the door, and Jessica fought a groan at the view of long, beautifully muscled legs and too-cute male butt. She couldn’t resist a final volley. “So when did you decide you wanted to compete?”
He whirled, and his voice came deep and husky. “When you rubbed against me on my horse. You made me hot. Made me wonder what you’d be like bobbing away to the rhythm of a man.”
“You are a brute.”
“Yeah,” he acknowledged proudly. “And you’d best re member it.”
“I thought you said you don’t like playing games—”
He strode to her side again, pressing his hands on either side of the tub and leaning close, so close that she could see the sexy whiskers along his jaw, could smell his scent, and could feel the heat of his stare. “That’s right, I don’t play games, lady. I’m deadly serious. But I like contests. And I like winning.”
Then, for the first time, Cole Reklaw grinned. Complete with dimples, wickedly gleaming eyes, and a flash of perfect white teeth. It was devastating. And even sex ier than his brazen kiss.
Then he was gone, and Jessica was burning. Indeed, she was amazed to see no steam rise from her tepid bathwater.
Chapter Six
Back to Contents
Jessica grabbed her wrapper, hastily donned it, and dashed back inside the house, entering Ma’s bedroom through the door connecting it to the porch. She stood pressed against the antique armoire, breathing hard, cheeks still hot.
Oh, the nerve of that man, coming out on the porch and ogling her in her naked state, lecturing her on how to be have—as if he were a paragon of virtue!—then auda ciously kissing her. She yearned to throttle the beast—but even more, she burned from his maddening kiss.
She felt giddy, unsettled, confused, and still couldn’t make sense of anything—her apparent journey across time, the five Old West outlaws who had captured her, this primitive house they had brought her to. Where was she?
Jessica walked over to the dresser and picked up the old-fashioned cameo which had stuck her right before she’d made her remarkable journey. She held it up to the light, but the mysterious flickers she’d spotted earlier were absent now. Nonetheless, she opened it and experimentally pricked her finger, only to wince. If she’d hoped to be released from time-travel purgatory, she was sorely
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