Ranger's Wild Woman by Tina Leonard

Ranger's Wild Woman by Tina Leonard

Author:Tina Leonard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2003-04-06T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter Nine

“And we both like it that way,” Ranger said. “Don’t we?”

“I’m not sure.” Hannah stared at the new Ranger evolving in front of her. “I think you’re scaring me. I like the you I could figure out. Bring him back at once and never go schizo on me again.”

He laughed at her, tugging at her hair. “Now, Hannah, you are the elder in this truck. You are the card dealer who can figure out her customers at a glance. Surely you have this all figured out.”

And then he pulled her into his arms, kissing her as if her lips were his final destination in life. She groaned, leaning into him to get closer. Her lips seemed to have a life of their own; her body wanted to go places she would have denied herself. Warmth spread over her, turning to sizzling heat. “More,” she gasped when he pulled back for a moment to stare into her eyes. “Don’t stop. I haven’t been kissed like that before, cowboy. I want my eight minutes in the saddle.”

“Seconds,” he corrected, his gaze amused.

“I want minutes.”

He laughed and pushed her gently back into the seat. “Hannah, I think we should change your last name.”

Already miffed that he was acting so nonchalantly about a kiss that had set her on fire, she retorted, “I thought we agreed no marriage.”

“Oh, we did. I’m only suggesting that maybe you should change your last name to HotKiss. Hannah HotKiss has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”

Her jaw dropped at his flippancy. She wanted to push him down a hill herself. He was teasing her—and it only served to sharpen her sexual attraction to him! His eyes gleamed, no longer hiding his thoughts, and she saw that he knew he’d turned her on with a vengeance.

“I want to call you a bad word with a French pronunciation, but I’ll restrict myself to helping you find the proper road,” she said, reaching for the map.

The sun was going down, and the truck was getting warm. Or she had gotten hot.

He took the map from her and dangled it outside the window, before reaching into the console with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously, her blood starting to thunder with a little nervousness, a bit of trepidation and a lot of wet, hot desire.

“Lighting you a fire.” He took out a lighter and set fire to the map, which flamed up faster than a girl could pucker her lips. “It gets real cold around here at night.”



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