A Cheyenne Christmas by Lee Caroline

Author:Lee, Caroline [Lee, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Historical Romance, Holidays, Historical, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Caroline Lee
Published: 2013-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Ash woke to the smell of bacon, and had to smile. Molly hadn’t woken up early since that first morning, once Ash pointed out that she wasn’t working the early shift at the hotel anymore. But he had to admit that on occasion, it was a nice surprise to wake up to. He made a mental note to try to get up early one morning and cook her breakfast, once his arm healed, and once she agreed to marry him.

He stacked his good arm behind his head and stared at the tall ceiling. He’d never before asked a woman to marry him, and couldn’t help but think that he’d made a cock-up of the whole thing. But still, it just felt right to be kissing Miss Molly Murray beside the hearth. Holding her had felt so natural, it had been hard to stop. And kissing her? Hooo-whee! His smile grew. He didn’t think he’d ever experienced a kiss quite that hot before.

Maybe it was because he knew she was a virgin. Maybe it was because he knew she’d make such a fine wife. Or maybe it was because she fit against him so perfectly, and had melted so completely into his kiss. When their lips first met, she’d stiffened, but quickly became so involved that he damn near almost lost control. He’d never kissed a woman who could meet him head-on like that; he didn’t have to worry about hurting her, or getting a pain in his neck from bending. And he knew now that she’d be able to match his passions.

Yep, Molly Murray was the woman for him.

He stretched and scratched at his cheek under his beard. Maybe he’d shave it before she married him. A woman ought to see what she was getting, after all.

He pulled on his jeans and shirt, but didn’t bother with the sling, or with buttoning it all the way up. As he eased open the door to the main room, and watched Molly bustling about the kitchen, a slow smile stretched across his face. God Almighty, a man could get used to such a sight. A beautiful woman making his house a comfortable place, doing all those little things women did to make a man feel good, like smiling and singing and leaving their scented soaps in the sink. Molly had made herself right at home—her sewing was on the mantel, her shawl hanging on the hook beside the door, and her spices carefully organized in one of the cabinets—and he didn’t mind at all. He hoped it meant she was comfortable enough to stick around.

She finished flipping the bacon, and went back to stirring something in a big bowl. When he straightened, the floor creaked, and she let out a startled gasp and dropped the spoon. Her eyes flicked to his, and a blush crept up her neck. She grabbed the spoon, turned slightly away, and hunched over the bowl again, stirring frantically.

He was still smiling when he reached her, and hooking his good fingers under her chin, raised her lips to meet his.

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