Seduction of Saber (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend #3) by Jevenna Willow

Unfortunately, her tongue blurted, “You don’t like
women?”
    Again, another defect of being stuck with an
opinionated parent: speak the mind before training the thoughts a whole lot
better.
    Saber chuckled. “Oh, I like women, Ms. Hillard. I like
`em a lot.” He obliged her with another shameless wink. “In fact, I probably like
women a bit too much for the eased-conscience of an older generation.”
    This had Julia blushing, the heat creeping into her
cheeks.
    “But I didn’t do all that they’ve made me out to be.”
    After raising a lone eyebrow, she unfortunately let
her curiosity win out. “So? You like women. That’s good. But not every woman
who walks upright, I’m assuming?”
    His rich timbre voice smoothed velvet over her
suddenly flushed skin, as he embellished. “Yah, something like that, Little
Darlin’.”
    She moved to stand all on her own, slowly. “Then we
should have no problem at all.” He was about to come across the room and offer
some help so she held up her hand to say that she was fine.
    Damnit! She was always fine.
    Just once, she wanted to feel what awesome and giddy
and deliriously numb would entail… skip right over being fine .
    “Most of the time I’m not upright,” she continued.
    She’d adjusted to the fact that she had diabetes months
ago, and was doing as best she could because of it. “Most of the time, I’m far
too busy to care about what other people do, or do not do,” she added,
finishing with, “And most of the time I just don’t give a damn.”
    “What do you care about, Ms. Hillard?”
    He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his
tight jeans, pulling them even tighter.
    Julia looked him square in the eyes from across the
room and answered this—again, without putting much thought into her words.
“Staying alive, keeping my limbs intact, stuff normal women don’t have to give
much thought about. I care about that. It taxes the brain to expect anything more
at this point, as you can well imagine.”
    Saber kept his gaze steady on her face. “You look
healthy enough to me.” When she was about to argue, he added more, moving
toward her. “And you sure can kiss a man as a healthy woman would.”
    Julia was more than aware her face matched her hair, withdrawing
her sight away from his just to gather her thoughts.
    She did not see his further advancement until it was
too late.
    “And damn if I do not want to kiss you again,” her muttered
inches from her mouth.
    Her eyes opened and her vision slammed into his. The
entire room had filled with suffocating sexual tension, as his hands rose, set
against her face.
    All well and good the gentle touch was—except Julia wasn’t
ready for the suffocating sexual tension. Perhaps she’d never be ready.
    “In fact, I want to kiss you again until you can’t
breathe, Little Darlin’. Right at this very moment, and for as long as you’ll allow
me the pleasure. So be fittin’ a true gentleman, I’m giving you about two
seconds to argue against any such kiss, and that’s all.”
    He leaned down and covered her mouth with his. He’d
given her less than a half of a millisecond to disagree.
    Mr. Patterson had tempted the fates—because he could
get away with doing whatever he wanted to, and he was right. She couldn’t
breathe. Not properly.
    Then again, s he
didn’t want to breathe properly. She wanted to feel this; this simple,
carefree human touch. She wanted to savor the incredible, unexpected highs a
woman should have in her life. Perhaps enjoy for one fleeting moment something
she’d likely never get the pleasure to enjoy gain.
    He tugged on her lower lip with his teeth, working her
mouth open. When her lips parted without pause, Saber drove his tongue deep
within her mouth and their tongues began the dance of desire. Seconds later, he
went searching for her inner core; battling will against will, desire against
need, hardness against pliable softness.
    As she moaned into the deep recesses of a man