MacKenzie-Blackthorn 4 - Granite Man by Elizabeth Lowell

Author:Elizabeth Lowell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Colorado, Fiction, Romance, Western, Gold Miners, Large Type Books, Erotica, Gold Mines and Mining, Women Ranchers
ISBN: 9781551660158
Publisher: Thorndike Press
Published: 1990-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

~ 9

Mariah sat on a sun-warmed boulder and watched Cash pan for gold in one of the nameless small creeks along the Devil’s Peak watershed. Sunlight fell over the land in a silent golden outpouring that belied the chilly summer night to come. Stretching into the warmth, smiling, Mariah relished the clean air and the sun’s heat and the feeling of happiness that had grown within her until she found herself wanting to laugh and throw her arms out in sheer pleasure.

The first days at the line shack had been hard, but after that it had been heaven. By the sixth day Mariah no longer awoke stiff every morning from a night on the hard floor and Cash no longer looked for excuses not to take her prospecting. By the eleventh day Mariah no longer questioned the depth of her attraction to Cash. She simply accepted it as she accepted lightning zigzagging through darkness or sunlight infusing the mountains with summer’s heat.

Or the way she had accepted that single, incredible kiss.

Since then, Cash had been very careful to avoid touching Mariah but his restraint only made him more compelling to her senses. She had known men who wouldn’t have hesitated to push her sexually if they had sensed such a deep response on her part. The fact that Cash didn’t press for more was a sign to Mariah that he, too, cherished the glittering emotion that was weaving between the two of them, growing stronger with each shared laugh, each shared silence, drawing them closer and closer each day, each hour, each minute. Their closeness was becoming as tangible as the water swirling in Cash’s gold pan, a transparent, fluid beauty stripping away the ordinary to reveal the gleaming gold beneath.

Shivering with a delicious combination of pleasure and anticipation each time she looked at Cash, Mariah told herself to be as patient as he was. When Cash was as certain of the strength of their emotion as she was, he would come to her again, ask for her again.

And this time she would say yes.

“Find anything?” Mariah asked, knowing the answer, wanting to hear Cash’s voice anyway.

She loved the sound of it, loved seeing the flash of Cash’s smile, loved the masculine pelt that had grown over his cheeks after eleven days without a razor, loved seeing the flex and play of muscles in his arms, loved … him.

“Nope. If the mine is up this draw, nothing washed down into the creek. I’ll try a few hundred yards farther up, just to be sure.”

Before Cash could flip the gritty contents of the pan back into the small creek, Mariah bent over his shoulder, bracing herself against his strength while she stirred through the gold pan with her fingertip. After a time she lifted her hand and examined her wet fingertip. No black flakes stuck to the small ridges on the pad of her finger. No gold ones stuck, either.

Mariah didn’t care. She had already found what she sought – a chance to touch the man who had become the center of her world.

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