when an explosion let loose in her body. Shots of refined pleasure filled her inside and out, and they continued pulsing as she faded into a sweet and tender oblivion.
* * *
Ginger, lying there, naked skin glistening and fully sated, stole the breath out of Brock’s lungs. Leaning over her, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she said.
He was burning to drive into her, but restrained himself, letting her luxuriate in what she’d just experienced.
She grinned, and her eyes sparkled as she took hold of him. “Enough of this petting, I want this, here, now.”
Brock laughed at her demand, loving her frankness. “Then let me give it to you, doll.”
He entered her in one swift, bold plunge that had them both gasping. A moment of remorse slapped him, recalling how new this was to her.
She recovered quickly, wrapping her legs around him. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “I, too, have waited a long time for this.”
Their union was a fantastic ride, made more enjoyable by her enthusiasm. When the pinnacle of his pleasure neared, Ginger’s body, stiff and arching into his, proclaimed she was already at hers. His release was so shattering, so satisfying, he repeated her name several times, until a final thrust of completion stole his remaining breath.
Exhausted and content, yet overjoyed, he rolled, taking her with him, until he was on the bottom and she was lying atop him. There, holding her, Brock sank into a blissfulness he’d never known existed.
He’d taken a chance by confronting Nightingale, but the man had been given a choice, and had forfeited Ginger by refusing to come and get her. He’d told Roger he would never do that. He’d take care of her forever. No matter what. Money. Fame. Mobsters. None of it would get in his way. Not where she was concerned. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered, “I’ll take you to California, doll.”
She let out a husky laugh. “If I’d wanted to go to California, I’d have bought a train ticket instead of sneaking into the back of your truck.”
“You—”
Eyes sparkling, she kissed him. “This is where I always wanted to go. Into the arms of the man I love. The man who wants to make history with me.”
“That I do, doll, that I do.”
* * * * *
A lover of fairy tales and cowboy boots, Lauri Robinson can’t imagine a better profession than penning happily-ever-after stories about men (and women) who pull on a pair of boots before riding off into the sunset—or kick them off for other reasons. Lauri and her husband raised three sons in their rural Minnesota home, and are now getting their just rewards by spoiling their grandchildren.
Visit www.laurirobinson.blogspot.com , www.facebook.com/lauri.robinson1 and twitter.com/LauriR .
Books by Lauri Robinson
Harlequin Historical
Daughters of the Roaring Twenties
The Runaway Daughter (Undone!)
The Bootlegger’s Daughter (coming soon)
The Rebel Daughter (coming soon)
The Forgotten Daughter (coming soon)
Stand-Alone Novels
Unclaimed Bride
Inheriting a Bride
The Cowboy Who Caught Her Eye
Christmas Cowboy Kisses
“Christmas with Her Cowboy”
The Major’s Wife
The Wrong Cowboy
A Fortune for the Outlaw’s Daughter
Harlequin Historical Undone! ebooks
Testing the Lawman’s Honor
The Sheriff’s Last Gamble
What a Cowboy Wants
His Wild West Wife
Dance with the Rancher
Rescued by the Ranger
Snowbound with the Sheriff
Never Tempt a Lawman
Visit the author profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
If you enjoyed reading The Runaway Daughter ,
be sure to check out the rest of Lauri Robinson’s rip-roaring new miniseries:
Daughters of the Roaring Twenties
See Norma Rose go head-to
-head with Ty Bradshaw in
The Bootlegger’s Daughter
Available August 2015
Can Forrest Reynolds tame mischievous
Twyla? Find out in
The Rebel Daughter
Available September 2015
And, last but not least,
discover Josie’s secret in
The Forgotten Daughter
* * *
Ginger, lying there, naked skin glistening and fully sated, stole the breath out of Brock’s lungs. Leaning over her, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she said.
He was burning to drive into her, but restrained himself, letting her luxuriate in what she’d just experienced.
She grinned, and her eyes sparkled as she took hold of him. “Enough of this petting, I want this, here, now.”
Brock laughed at her demand, loving her frankness. “Then let me give it to you, doll.”
He entered her in one swift, bold plunge that had them both gasping. A moment of remorse slapped him, recalling how new this was to her.
She recovered quickly, wrapping her legs around him. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “I, too, have waited a long time for this.”
Their union was a fantastic ride, made more enjoyable by her enthusiasm. When the pinnacle of his pleasure neared, Ginger’s body, stiff and arching into his, proclaimed she was already at hers. His release was so shattering, so satisfying, he repeated her name several times, until a final thrust of completion stole his remaining breath.
Exhausted and content, yet overjoyed, he rolled, taking her with him, until he was on the bottom and she was lying atop him. There, holding her, Brock sank into a blissfulness he’d never known existed.
He’d taken a chance by confronting Nightingale, but the man had been given a choice, and had forfeited Ginger by refusing to come and get her. He’d told Roger he would never do that. He’d take care of her forever. No matter what. Money. Fame. Mobsters. None of it would get in his way. Not where she was concerned. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered, “I’ll take you to California, doll.”
She let out a husky laugh. “If I’d wanted to go to California, I’d have bought a train ticket instead of sneaking into the back of your truck.”
“You—”
Eyes sparkling, she kissed him. “This is where I always wanted to go. Into the arms of the man I love. The man who wants to make history with me.”
“That I do, doll, that I do.”
* * * * *
A lover of fairy tales and cowboy boots, Lauri Robinson can’t imagine a better profession than penning happily-ever-after stories about men (and women) who pull on a pair of boots before riding off into the sunset—or kick them off for other reasons. Lauri and her husband raised three sons in their rural Minnesota home, and are now getting their just rewards by spoiling their grandchildren.
Visit www.laurirobinson.blogspot.com , www.facebook.com/lauri.robinson1 and twitter.com/LauriR .
Books by Lauri Robinson
Harlequin Historical
Daughters of the Roaring Twenties
The Runaway Daughter (Undone!)
The Bootlegger’s Daughter (coming soon)
The Rebel Daughter (coming soon)
The Forgotten Daughter (coming soon)
Stand-Alone Novels
Unclaimed Bride
Inheriting a Bride
The Cowboy Who Caught Her Eye
Christmas Cowboy Kisses
“Christmas with Her Cowboy”
The Major’s Wife
The Wrong Cowboy
A Fortune for the Outlaw’s Daughter
Harlequin Historical Undone! ebooks
Testing the Lawman’s Honor
The Sheriff’s Last Gamble
What a Cowboy Wants
His Wild West Wife
Dance with the Rancher
Rescued by the Ranger
Snowbound with the Sheriff
Never Tempt a Lawman
Visit the author profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
If you enjoyed reading The Runaway Daughter ,
be sure to check out the rest of Lauri Robinson’s rip-roaring new miniseries:
Daughters of the Roaring Twenties
See Norma Rose go head-to
-head with Ty Bradshaw in
The Bootlegger’s Daughter
Available August 2015
Can Forrest Reynolds tame mischievous
Twyla? Find out in
The Rebel Daughter
Available September 2015
And, last but not least,
discover Josie’s secret in
The Forgotten Daughter
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