The Legacy of Buchanan's Crossing by Rhodan Rhea

Author:Rhodan, Rhea [Rhodan, Rhea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Published: 2013-10-29T23:00:00+00:00

Rather than sitting on it, or better yet, lying on it, she drew out a pouch and surrounded the blanket with an elaborate pattern using its powdery white contents. O-kay.

She saved him from making a moronic point-demolishing comment by asking him to build a fire. He wouldn’t have thought such a ready supply of kindling would be found within easy reach, or that his eyes would have adjusted to the dark so quickly. Or that the fire would burn from the first match he’d had the forethought to pack.

When he turned from his work, Cayden was sitting on the blanket, hugging her knees and watching him as though he might bite her. She’d gone quiet again. Hell, the whole grove was quiet. Beyond fire-making, he wasn’t much of a boy scout, but shouldn’t there be some kind of animal noises in the woods? Rustling, or peeping, or squeaking? Something?

It didn’t feel eerie so much as strangely expectant. Much like the night a few weeks ago—had it only been three?—when he’d been so powerfully tempted to kiss her. Looking at her now, he couldn’t remember how he’d held off, or why. Tonight, she was the one who looked ready to bolt. Having twice experienced how fantastic it was between them, what could possibly make her nervous?

He joined her on the blanket and put his arm cautiously around her. She was wound tighter than a bale of insulated wire. “What’s wrong? Is it because I passed out last night and left you high and dry?”

Her voice was barely a low whisper, “Not dry, Clint.”

That was all it took to get him hard. Jesus, zero to sixty. Her touch high on his thigh was so light through the denim of his jeans, he probably wouldn’t have noticed it if his skin hadn’t become extremely sensitive. Make that zero to a hundred.

He laid his hand over hers. It trembled. She turned toward him, beautiful eyes open wide, full lips parted. Vulnerable. Whatever the hell he’d done to make her doubt him, he was going to fix it.

Keeping the kiss gentle was a priority. He used only his lips, no tongue, no groping. No matter how badly he ached to touch her everywhere, he kept one arm around her, not too tight. Her mouth was as warm as her hand beneath his was cool, her tongue hot, gingerly tracing his lips. Behind his closed eyes, he could swear he saw sparks shooting up from the fire.

Easing his hand from hers, he cupped her face to deepen the kiss slowly, very slowly, even if it killed him. He felt her hands warming through his T-shirt as they clutched his back.

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