lips parted and let him inside the sweet recesses of her mouth, welcoming the gentle glide of his tongue.
His bride-to-be loved sex, he‘d already discovered that. With her tempestuous personality he wasn‘t precisely surprised, but her uninhibited reaction to the physical act was more than what he expected. In the past three days, she had initiated sex as often as he had, and he simply could not believe how incredibly she responded to him.
That was a weapon he wasn‘t too proud to use.
He kissed her long and slow, until he could feel her lift her hips in supplication and need. Trailing small nips along the elegant line of her jaw, he nuzzled the hollow beneath her ear. “You make me crazy, Celia.”
“Do I?” He‘d released her arms and she slid them around his neck.
“I think you have a pretty clear idea you do,” he said, not able to help a small note of cynicism in his voice. “In fact, I‘m sure you do it on purpose, damn your sweet hide.” He kissed the slim column of her throat, finding the place where her pulse beat quickly under the delicate skin.
“But you fell in love with me anyway?” There was an underlying note to her voice he recognized as arousal, coupled with a question she apparently needed answered.
“I sure did.” It was perfectly true.
Her pelvis lifted again, pressing his growing erection. “Show me, Parker.”
“If you agree to marry me, I‘ll be more than happy to oblige, ma‘am.”
For a moment, the dreamy look in her eyes clouded. “That‘s not fair.”
“Is there anything about what‘s between us that is fair?” The raw note in his speech was as honest as anything he‘d ever expressed in his life. “Let‘s talk about fair for a moment, sweetheart. If you knew how many hours of my life I‘ve spent thinking about you, wanting you, and not just this way,” he lightly thrust against her with the bulge in his jeans, “you‘d realize just how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
For a moment, she said nothing. Then she lifted her mouth to his in a passionate, searing kiss. When they broke apart, she said huskily, “That isn‘t precisely what I was looking for, but it‘s good enough. Fine, I‘ll marry you.”
He wasn‘t about to let her refuse, but still Parker felt a thrill of elation at her capitulation.
Her lashes lowered and her gaze was pure feminine allure. Her soft lips moved in a slow, enticing curve. “Now, if I‘m not mistaken, you‘re in good form to hold up your end of the bargain.” She wiggled suggestively against him, making his cock swell even more. “Prove to me you love me.”
He had absolutely no problem with that request. Parker grinned. “If you insist.”
Her blue eyes held the heavy look of sensual need. “Believe me, I insist.”
Chapter Five
John Evans lounged in the doorway of the shop, one shoulder propped on the doorjamb. His seemingly casual pose was at odds with his heightened attention.
As he predicted, Colter was in town, and he could smell the stink of real trouble.
Shit.
Sometimes he just plain hated being right.
His gaze narrowed on the small, dusty little building that served as both jail and courthouse, John waited. Across the street, his brother Jared stood by the entrance of the general store, his stance just as deceptively relaxed. Joshua was outside the saloon, watching for the small group of men Rance Colter had brought with him to town to leave.
If Colter had a notion of self-preservation, he wouldn‘t try anything. Yeah, he had more guns if it came down to a count, but Parker was no slouch shot, and Jared was generally considered to be one of the best in Colorado. John knew he and Josh could handle themselves just fine as well, but they were there more for prevention than anything.
It couldn‘t be coincidence that on the day the circuit judge came through, Colter suddenly decided to make an appearance. Any fool could figure out if Parker wanted to marry Celia, this was the day
His bride-to-be loved sex, he‘d already discovered that. With her tempestuous personality he wasn‘t precisely surprised, but her uninhibited reaction to the physical act was more than what he expected. In the past three days, she had initiated sex as often as he had, and he simply could not believe how incredibly she responded to him.
That was a weapon he wasn‘t too proud to use.
He kissed her long and slow, until he could feel her lift her hips in supplication and need. Trailing small nips along the elegant line of her jaw, he nuzzled the hollow beneath her ear. “You make me crazy, Celia.”
“Do I?” He‘d released her arms and she slid them around his neck.
“I think you have a pretty clear idea you do,” he said, not able to help a small note of cynicism in his voice. “In fact, I‘m sure you do it on purpose, damn your sweet hide.” He kissed the slim column of her throat, finding the place where her pulse beat quickly under the delicate skin.
“But you fell in love with me anyway?” There was an underlying note to her voice he recognized as arousal, coupled with a question she apparently needed answered.
“I sure did.” It was perfectly true.
Her pelvis lifted again, pressing his growing erection. “Show me, Parker.”
“If you agree to marry me, I‘ll be more than happy to oblige, ma‘am.”
For a moment, the dreamy look in her eyes clouded. “That‘s not fair.”
“Is there anything about what‘s between us that is fair?” The raw note in his speech was as honest as anything he‘d ever expressed in his life. “Let‘s talk about fair for a moment, sweetheart. If you knew how many hours of my life I‘ve spent thinking about you, wanting you, and not just this way,” he lightly thrust against her with the bulge in his jeans, “you‘d realize just how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
For a moment, she said nothing. Then she lifted her mouth to his in a passionate, searing kiss. When they broke apart, she said huskily, “That isn‘t precisely what I was looking for, but it‘s good enough. Fine, I‘ll marry you.”
He wasn‘t about to let her refuse, but still Parker felt a thrill of elation at her capitulation.
Her lashes lowered and her gaze was pure feminine allure. Her soft lips moved in a slow, enticing curve. “Now, if I‘m not mistaken, you‘re in good form to hold up your end of the bargain.” She wiggled suggestively against him, making his cock swell even more. “Prove to me you love me.”
He had absolutely no problem with that request. Parker grinned. “If you insist.”
Her blue eyes held the heavy look of sensual need. “Believe me, I insist.”
Chapter Five
John Evans lounged in the doorway of the shop, one shoulder propped on the doorjamb. His seemingly casual pose was at odds with his heightened attention.
As he predicted, Colter was in town, and he could smell the stink of real trouble.
Shit.
Sometimes he just plain hated being right.
His gaze narrowed on the small, dusty little building that served as both jail and courthouse, John waited. Across the street, his brother Jared stood by the entrance of the general store, his stance just as deceptively relaxed. Joshua was outside the saloon, watching for the small group of men Rance Colter had brought with him to town to leave.
If Colter had a notion of self-preservation, he wouldn‘t try anything. Yeah, he had more guns if it came down to a count, but Parker was no slouch shot, and Jared was generally considered to be one of the best in Colorado. John knew he and Josh could handle themselves just fine as well, but they were there more for prevention than anything.
It couldn‘t be coincidence that on the day the circuit judge came through, Colter suddenly decided to make an appearance. Any fool could figure out if Parker wanted to marry Celia, this was the day
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