Annabelle Weston (26 page)

She punched him in the arm.

“
I love you, Carly. With all my heart.”

She gasped. “I love you too.”

“
We’re part of this territory, you and me.” He spoke with conviction. “It’s wild and rough. We’ve got work to do taming her. Together.”

“
Why Jeddah Poole, is that a proposal?”

Jed smiled. “I reckon it is.”

“
Then I accept.” She brushed her lips against his. His whole world opened up before him in one embrace.

When they pulled apart, she beamed. “Until this moment I didn’t realize how very much I wanted this, wanted to be with you. My biggest regret is the loss that had to come in order for me to understand it.”

His hands travelled up her arms and down her back. “You’ve made me a happy lawman.”

“
Don’t think you’ve made this scandalous woman into a respectable one.”

“
That’s not what I want.”

“
Good. Appears you need my skills in law enforcement.”

“
I’ve never seen a woman who’s so lucky catching criminals.”

“
Luck is it?” She chucked him under his chin. “I’m more than happy to help out where I’m needed, Sheriff.”

“
We’ll have to discuss that some more.”

This time she laughed. “You know I’m not wearing a corset?”

“
I noticed.”

“
You don’t mind?”

“
Darlin’, you’re a beauty with or without one.”

With those words, Jed captured her lips in a possessive kiss. He picked her up and carried her into the tent. They’d make their pledge to each other with their bodies, making love as a man would his wife. Claiming each other for the rest of their days.

The tent seemed dwarfed with them inside. He laid her down on the rolled blanket and came down on top of her. Every inch of his hard body covered hers.

The apprehension and fear of the last few hours were put aside. She touched the brim of his Stetson, sliding her fingers over the rim, watching him as he studied her. She took his hat off and tossed it away. His dark gaze penetrated her.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes, moving her lips toward his, seeking his mouth for a kiss. His lips met hers without hesitation. And for once she kissed him, not with the idea of conquering him, not with the idea of trying to best him, but with love freely given.

Her tongue skimmed over his lips, tasting, taunting. He growled low in his throat, opening his lips, his own tongue dipping out to dance with hers. He tasted sweet and spicy, a flavor she found utterly intoxicating.

She held the back of his head, lightly massaging his scalp and tugging his hair. A hunger, deep and greedy, rose up inside her. This man was hers.

“
I love you, Jed,” she murmured against his lips. “More than you could ever know. You saved me. You saved my soul, made this life worth living.”

He pulled his mouth from hers and gazed into her eyes. They’d darkened, filled with emotion that mirrored his own. “We saved each other. I can’t imagine living the rest of my days without you.” He touched his nose to hers. “I’ve fallen so hard for you, woman, I’ll never make it back up.”

She smiled, and ran a finger from his cheek to his chin and his lips. He sucked her finger into his mouth and she let out a stifled moan. “Make love to me.”

“
I plan to.”

He snaked his hands over her knees, her thighs, pulling her skirts up. The sultry hot air of the desert caressed her skin in his fingers’ wake, and despite the warmth, she was covered in gooseflesh.

Jed’s mouth came back to claim hers, kissing her tenderly, as his hands played with her and then found her center, heated, wet, quivering. He thrust his fingers inside her, caressed her inside and out, until her limbs trembled and her breathing was erratic. She couldn’t catch her breath, didn’t want to.

She raised her pelvis to meet his hand with each thrust. She gladly rose up to the oblivion he cast her in. He nibbled on her neck, her collarbone, scraped his teeth over the milky tops of her breasts, pulling her bodice down to reveal hardened nipples. The scent of his soap wafted from his hair and she inhaled it.

“
I’ve never felt so loved,” she gasped as he drew a nipple into his mouth, his fingers still taking her to the edge and breadth of heaven.

“
You deserve it.” He sucked hard on her nipple. He pinched her clitoris gently but with enough pressure to send her careening into a climax.

She threw her head back, her mouth falling open and a deep carnal moan flowing from her throat.

“
Yeah darlin’, that’s it, come for me.”

She rocked against his hand as his slippery fingers massaged her.

“
Inside me…” she stammered. “I want you inside me.”

“
I was hoping you’d ask,” he teased with a wink.

She smiled back, grappling with his belt, not able to get his britches off quick enough. Evidently, her recent climax only made her want him more. She was hungry, famished. She licked at her lips, yanked at his belt and shoved his pants down.

Hungrily, she gripped his cock, stroking up and down, brushing his pre-cum with her thumb. Her other hand, slipped under his shirt, finding the crisp hair of his chest and the muscles rippling to her touch.

“
Oh, Carly, I can’t wait,” he murmured as he nuzzled her breasts.

“
Don’t,” she answered, placing the head of his cock on her opening. She rubbed back and forth, soaking the tip with her cream. “Take me. Now.”

He groaned, capturing her mouth for a feral kiss as he plunged inside her—but not all the way. Her hand was still holding him, but new sensations built as his slick cock glided in and out of her opening.

“
Your hand… Fuck… This is so good…” he ground out, his eyes shut.

“
I like it,” she managed to say, her body already stiffening for a second climax. She lifted her legs high around him, arching up into him, her hand saturated with her own juices.

He pushed and pulled against every ridge, his skin glossy and his cock hard.

“
You’re torturing me, woman…” He moaned and she squeezed gently, continuing to hold him as her cunny muscles clenched and sucked him back in. With a growl he pulled her hand away, grabbed her ass and drove deep inside her.

She arched her back, pelvis connected with his. “Oh, Jed!”

“
Yes, darlin’, yes…” he chanted as he plunged deeper, harder, faster.

Carly raked her fingernails down his shirt. But it wasn’t good enough. She wanted skin to skin. She gripped the front of his shirt, rending it open, buttons popping. She stroked over his warm chest, leaned up and licked and sucked at his flesh. She pulled back, her gaze locking with his as realization once again hit her.

“
You’re mine,” she gasped.

“
All yours, and you’re mine.” He captured her lips once more in a searing kiss. They held each other tight as their bodies writhed in a slower pace, allowing them to prolong their joining, until at last neither could hold out. But their mouths remained locked as they drank in each other’s shouts of pleasure.

Wave after wave of delicious sensation rocked through their bodies. Carly’s legs shook, her skin vibrating until every inch of her flesh sang out in sheer pleasure. Jed pumped deep inside her, shuddering as he pulsed his seed into her womb.

They stayed joined for some time, their breaths coming in unison, their hearts beating steadily as one.

Jed shucked on his clothes.

“
Where are you going?” she asked, her tone full of disappointment.

“
Get dressed.”

She sat up, her hair a tangled mess. She slipped into her dress. He scooped her up in his arms, exiting the tent.

“
Where are you taking me?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“
Home. Where you belong, Carly. With me.”

The End

About the Author

A multi-published author of sizzling romance, Annabelle Weston knows how to push boundaries. With dual citizenship in the USA and France, Ms. Weston spends serious air time crossing the pond and is a proud, card-carrying member of the mile high club.

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Scandalous Woman Copyright © 2012 Annabelle Weston

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Electronic book publication June 2012

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