Two Wanted Men [Badlands 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (3 page)

“Luke is very lucky to have such a compassionate doctor.” He crowded closer until his lips were only a wisp of breath away. If she bent forward only a little, she’d receive the kiss she so desperately wanted. Did he want to kiss her, too? What if he didn’t?

Not wanting to voice her first question or receive an undesirable answer to the second, Miranda decided to do something bold after all. What if she kissed
him
?

Miranda pushed her mouth into his to ensure her wish came true. His hands lifted from the door and cupped her face gently. He pushed himself closer against her body as if to hold her in place to keep their mouths engaged for a long while. His warm lips twisted across her mouth rubbing sensuously until she parted them.

Mouth open slightly, Miranda was a little bit stunned when his tongue caressed her lower lip before slipping inside. She’d never had a decadent kiss like this before. Truthfully, she’d never wanted one until now. Seconds later, she stroked her tongue against his as if she’d been doing this sort of thing for all of her life. Hoping she didn’t seem like the novice she was, Miranda pressed her body tighter into his commanding warmth.

Reese tasted like mint surprisingly enough and she never wanted this sultry embrace to end. She slid her arms around his neck to pull him closer. One of his hands trailed down to cinch around her waist. She was hauled tightly against his hard body as the kiss deepened and became more frenzied.

Miranda’s skin tingled from the top of her head to the soles of her still bare feet. Never in her life had she experienced such an intimate kiss. Never in her past had a man ever been so bold. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected such a wanton activity to arouse her to a fever pitch. The slim memory that he was a stranger didn’t dim her desire. She wanted him. The idea of being naked and in the same position drifted into her mind.

A gush erupted from between her legs in the same rhythm as Reese’s firm tongue stroking against her tentative one. She wanted to wrap herself around him and never let go. His hips pushed forward and she felt the hard length of his cock against her belly. Instead of startling her or alarming her, his immediate intentions only made her desire him more.

He broke the kiss. “You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever held in my arms and kissing you makes my head swim.” His hand slid from her waist to cup one cheek of her behind and lifted her leg. She didn’t stop him. He pushed his cock against the now open space between her legs and the unexpected, yet powerful stir of lust in that simple movement nearly brought her to her knees.

Should she ask him to come up to her room?

* * * *

With his cock pushed up against Miranda’s warm center, Reese forced calm reason to invade his lusty brain. He removed his hand from her thigh and her leg slid back down until her toes rested on the floor.

Realizing his hips still pressed intimately against her, Reese retreated a few inches to further subdue any further carnal intent. If he allowed this engaging kiss to further develop, he’d be hard pressed to stop until she was writhing beneath him skewered on his dick and screaming his name in orgasmic bliss.

Not the way he’d ever treated a doctor before.

Reese stilled his hips and murmured, “Thank you for helping Luke.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as if stunned. Whether it was because he’d thanked her, ceased pushing his cock against her or because of the kiss, he couldn’t tell.

Miranda tasted as sweet as summer berries and although he would welcome an opportunity to kiss her again, he figured he should cool things down a bit. “If you hadn’t been here, he would have had to let me work on him.”

“You have training?”

“No. I’ve just seen my share of bullet holes.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you a shootist?” The alarm in her tone came through loud and clear. Maybe he made her nervous. He smiled inside at the notion.

“Not exactly.” His coy answer wasn’t well received.

Her spine straightened. “What exactly?”
    

“Nothing to be scared about. Luke and I used to be lawmen in neighboring towns.”

“Used to be?”

“We’ve given it up.”

“Why?”

“Because we’ve both tended to too many bullet holes over the years. Plus, there’s always some young pup wanting to make a name for himself by getting into gun battles with lawmen.”

Her eyes widened again, this time in understanding. “Good reason.”

The tenseness seeped from her body and Reese leaned closer. He couldn’t help the second kiss.

She seemed to expect it this time. Without hesitation, she opened her lips and he took the opportunity to get a deeper taste. The fabric of her robe was practically no barrier at all and the curves of her breasts pressed into his chest with warm invitation. He wanted her.

Reese suspected given the looks of lust Luke shot her before she stitched him up that he wanted to fuck his doctor, too. It was however unlikely she’d want to fuck them both.

She moaned and Reese’s hips pressed forward once again as if pulled by a rope. He hated to stop, but didn’t want any conflict later. They weren’t staying in this town for long and he didn’t, as a rule, fuck women and then promptly leave them behind.

* * * *

“Does the doctor’s daughter have to fight off all the men in this town every day?”

She shook her head. “The doctor’s daughter is practically invisible in this town.”

He lowered his lips closer to hers again. “As I suspected, this town is full of fools and idiots.” Reese connected his mouth to hers again with a more aggressive intent, picking up where they’d left off only moments before.

A low moan came from the other room. Miranda stilled and disengaged her lips from his to listen. Reese inhaled deeply, turned his head toward the room where Luke rested and took a half step away.

Lips tingling from the ardent kiss, Miranda managed to whisper, “I’d better go check on my patient.”

Reese cleared his throat. “Good idea.”

Miranda quickly crossed the room with Reese on her heels. Luke hadn’t moved, but it occurred to her that he might be uncomfortable on the unpadded table.

“I wish he were awake, I’d move him upstairs, but I don’t want to disturb him.”

“Why?”

“I have an extra bedroom. It might be more comfortable to put him in a bed, but he needs the rest more than the strenuous move upstairs.”

“I’m sure he’s fine where he is, but I’d love to get a couple of hours of shut eye. Do you mind if I bed down for a spell?”

Miranda decided she wouldn’t mind at all. The very thought of him resting on the quilt in the room directly next to hers brought heat to her cheeks. If another bold streak of lust accompanied by courage rose up, she’d ask if he wanted company. But first things first. She had a patient to take care of and her lust could wait.

“Of course. At the top of the stairs, go to your right. It’s the second door on the left.”

“Not your room, is it?”

“What are you suggesting?” Miranda drew the collar of her robe to her chin and prepared to act shocked, even though her first instinct was to ask him to join her in either her bedroom or the spare room. But then she glanced at Luke and her heart melted a little for him, too. She hated to choose one man over the other because, given the choice, she wanted both of these men. Each lit a fire in her body as no other man ever had.

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t kicking you out of your bed. I didn’t want to cause you any further grief.”

“No. There are three rooms above stairs. Each one has a bed.”

He nodded and a half smile shaped his lips. “Let me close my eyes for an hour and I’ll come back and take a turn watching Luke.”

“Fine.”

“We’ll leave before daybreak.”

“You shouldn’t. He needs to rest for a couple days at least.”

“Eventually, someone will come looking for us or your father will come home. Either way, we don’t want to cause any further trouble.”

“My father won’t remember anything or even rouse until the
noon
hour if he ever does show up. And if, as you say, the sheriff thinks you two already rode out of town, we have until about the
noon
hour to allow you to rest up. Perhaps longer if my father doesn’t bother to go upstairs. Often, he merely straightens his clothing and heads back out once he awakens.”

“Thanks for your hospitality.” Reese glanced in the direction of upstairs and then zeroed his seductive gaze back on her face. “It’s much appreciated, ma’am.”

She nodded without speaking, not trusting her voice. If she uttered a single word, it would come out trembling in unexpected desire for this man and his injured friend.

Reese hadn’t mentioned the kiss again and she was grateful. She didn’t plan to bring it up.

With a quick grin and a sexy wink, Reese disappeared up the stairs silently. Miranda stifled a sigh, turned and sent her attention back to the care of her patient. She strolled quietly inside the makeshift doctor’s office, which used to be the back porch, and closed the door to the rest of the house. She occupied herself by cleaning up the room taking care not to disturb his rest.

The room was small and with just the two of them here alone, she felt cocooned with Luke as he slept peacefully. Once the room was tidy again, she approached his side and studied his marvelous physique unwatched. From the tips of his boots to the top of his handsome head, Luke Quinton was all rangy muscles and masculine beauty.

The lack of whiskers on his face suggested he’d shaved for his evening. Perhaps there was a lonely woman out there still waiting for him to show up on her doorstep for intimacies Miranda had only dreamed about.

She allowed her gaze to drift to the space below his belt buckle. As she watched and wondered what a man’s cock might feel like thrusting into her virginal body for the first time, an odd thing happened. A bulge grew beneath the fabric of his pants as she studied his crotch. Was he dreaming about sex?

The urge to touch him and discover what an erect cock felt like itched at her inquisitive fingers. She took a step closer, never allowing her gaze to stray from the very impressive erection forming quickly before her eyes as she stared in rapt fascination. What would it feel like to be consumed in carnal activities with a man?

What would it feel like to spread her legs and allow a man such as this entrance into her private, intimate world?

Miranda reached out to brush her fingers ever so lightly across the well-defined cock shaped bulge now resting beneath his trousers. She glanced at his face and got startled as the lust in his vivid blue eyes stared back. She was caught with her errant hand hovering two inches above his tented pants, about to appease her curiosity over what an erect penis felt like.

Chapter Three

Heat flew into Miranda’s cheeks at her audacious behavior. She made to take a step away, but Luke reached out and grabbed her forearm in a steely grip. “Touch me if you want. I won’t mind. In fact, I’d enjoy it very much.”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to touch…” Miranda trailed off because it was a bald-faced lie. She did too mean to touch him and would have if he’d remained asleep. “You need to rest.”

“Won’t be able to sleep with my cock ready to burst out of my britches.”

She swallowed hard. “I can’t help you with that.”

“Sure you can.” His low steady voice entranced her as much as his dimpled grin. “It’s your job as a doctor to see to the comfort of your patients. I’m your patient and I need to relieve the built up tension in my cock from your siren scent. Think of it as a medical procedure.”