Her Knight In Faded Denim by Carolyn Faulkner

Author:Carolyn Faulkner [Faulkner, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2017-03-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 6

If anyone ever asked Dodge to point to the particular moment at which he fell in love with the little brat, it was then.

His arms slipped naturally around her, holding her close, swaying the both of them back and forth a bit, as he kissed the top of her head. He'd never had a woman thank him after he'd spanked her, but he certainly liked the idea!

Dodge reached out and turned off the light he'd just turned on, caught his arm under her legs and ascended the stairs with her as her arms found their way around his neck and she tucked her head under his chin, her fingers clutching the collar of his shirt as if for dear life.

His bedroom, like her sister's, occupied an entire side of the house, with a French door entrance into a room that was more than large enough to accommodate an office/sitting room, as well as a bed he'd had custom built. It was designed so that his feet didn't hang over the edge the way they always did on any other bed, even a king sized one.

He deposited her on her feet at the end of the bed, unable to stop touching her for even a second as he removed every stitch of clothing she had on, including the annoyingly tight skirt, saving that for last so that he ended up kneeling in front of her.

"I like you in this position," she whispered huskily, and he leaned forward to press his face into her lower stomach, not quite directly between her legs but awfully close, and Rissa could hear it as he took a deep, slow breath.

"Damn, you smell fine."

Rissa was awash with a desire that she would have sworn, moments ago, was completely unattainable, and now she could barely control the shivers of desire that wracked her body.

"Cold, sweetie?" he asked solicitously. He liked to sleep on the very cold side and kept one bedroom window open a crack even, when it was forty below. She was probably freezing, the poor thing.

He was halfway towards the window before Rissa found her voice. "No, it's not cold."

Dodge turned and saw her pleading look, heard the desperation in her voice and it nearly broke his heart. He vowed then and there not to leave her side for the rest of the evening, even if he had to take her to the bathroom with him.

Her arms rose to welcome him before he even made it the few steps back to her, and he could no more stop the way his hands drew her solidly against him than he could prevent the way his eagerness nestled against her stomach.

He found himself lifting her onto the bed long before he knew he should. She deserved him taking an absurdly long time with her, for him to spend long, torturous minutes teasing every one of her most sensitive spots, some more than others. But he was alarmed to find that he felt like a teenager with his first woman, and he wasn't at all sure he could hold out that long – or at all, frankly.

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