The Last Cahill Cowboy by Kernan Jenna

Author:Kernan, Jenna
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Ellie stiffened as his mouth slanted over hers. Her shoulders rose as if she meant to fight. Chance ran his tongue along the full curve of her pouty upper lip and she gasped. Now his tongue skirted the sharp edge of her front teeth. The changes were subtle, just as she was. Ellie didn’t suddenly give in and throw herself at him, but neither did she draw back and slap his face. Now, she wavered between resistance and surrender, capitulating, thawing like thin ice wrapped around a willow bough. By slow degrees her body became pliant. His tongue slid into her mouth, gliding over hers, and she gave a soft little moan that vibrated through him like a thunderclap. The sound was barely audible, but he knew then that she also wanted this and the thrill of her acceptance pulsed through him. She tipped her head, offering him admittance and he kissed her greedily.

Her tongue began to move, stroking over his. Ellie was a fast study, learning from their first kiss. How he wanted to teach her more, to be the one to show her just what it could be like between them.

He couldn’t help himself from sliding one hand up her long neck and threading his fingers deep into the soft nest of her thick hair. His mouth demanded more and she withheld nothing. Her hands came up to knead the muscles of his chest like a cat’s claws. His body quickened, making him feel dizzy as a boy spinning on a rope swing. What would he give to have those claws digging into his back as he thrust into her warm, wet body?

This time he groaned, a deep, dangerous growl of warning that he was nearing a threshold of control. Already his body was ready to take her. Ellie fueled a hunger in him, a burning thirst. He wanted to drink her in and gobble her down.

It was the jolt of need that revived him. He saw himself from the outside, even as he backed her into the shadowy corner by the window, pressing her up against the wall like some two-bit good-time girl. He had her or he could have her if he chose to be what everyone believed him to be. He couldn’t do as he liked, because this was Ellie, who had offered him nothing but support.

And this was how he repaid her.

Chance broke away with a growl of frustration. Thank goodness for the darkness in this corner, so she could not see him panting, straining, fighting against himself not to do the unforgivable.

His voice sounded more snarl than speech. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” Her voice had a breathy, airy quality that made the beast in him hungry for more.

He clenched his teeth, trying to clear his head, but instead breathed in the sweet fragrance of roses and vanilla. Ellie smelled like flowers. He groaned.

She stared up at him, her eyes all wide innocence.

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