The Marshal Takes A Bride by Sylvia McDaniel

Author:Sylvia McDaniel [McDaniel, Sylvia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Western Set Historical Romance Novel
ISBN: 1230000016196
Publisher: Virtual Bookseller
Published: 2012-06-20T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Blood roared in Sarah’s ears as she leaned into Tucker’s kiss, unable to resist the pull of his attraction any longer. The realization that she still cared for this man had left her feeling reckless. Coupled with the pleasant interlude they had shared this afternoon, she was defenseless against her unbearable need to be in his arms. And she could no longer fight the feelings she had for this man, the father of her child.

Consequences be damned, she was hungry for the feel of his body twined around hers, delirious with wanting him, desperate to be possessed by Tucker. His mouth plundered hers, and she returned his feverous kisses with a fierceness that surprised her. She placed her hands on his face and molded his lips to hers, opening to receive him. He tasted of sun-kissed days and pleasure-filled nights. Sweet, sinful sensations erupted in a delicious soft moan that escaped from the back of her throat.

His hands gripped her shoulders as though he would never let her go, his lips plundering hers, as he pushed her back until the back of her legs bumped into the wall. Her body was flat against the hard surface as he leaned into his kiss, pressing his arousal through her skirts into the vee of her legs. From the feel of his muscular thighs to the strength of his sinewy chest, she felt all of him. Every delicious, rock-hard inch.

Since she had returned home, she had fought the way their bodies seemed to be drawn to each other. She had fought the need to experience being in his arms again. She had fought the memories of their one night together.

In one weak moment he had managed to overcome her defenses.

She slid her hands down his shoulders, down his muscled back, past his waist, until she gripped his buttocks, melding them even more firmly together.

She was tired of fighting these sensations. She wanted Tucker, the man who fished with her son—and kissed like the devil. The only man she had ever given her heart to.

He moaned, his tongue tracing the ridges of her lips, his kiss turning savage as she held him tight against her, intoxicating her with desire. Nothing mattered at this moment except this man, this kiss and the feel of his body taut with need for her, only her.

The rational part of her mind that refused to be quiet warned her to step away, that it wasn’t too late to stop this crazy risk she was taking with Tucker. But she knew she was past the point of control. Nothing could stop her from being with this man, not even the risk of losing her heart to him again. Not even the chance of him walking away and leaving her behind again.

Tucker made her feel alive, he made her feel things she tried to resist, and he made her feel like a woman.

His lips moved to her throat, pushing the soft fabric of her dress out of the way as he slid his hands down the front of her dress, skimming her curves like a man reading Braille.

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