Wild Burn by Edie Harris

Author:Edie Harris [Harris, Edie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Historical, Western
ISBN: 9781619214422
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

To say Del realized too late what it meant to kiss Moira in plain view of someone else would be a lie. He knew exactly how reckless he was being, but hell if he couldn’t stop himself, and as soon as his mouth covered hers, he didn’t want to.

Her hat fell off almost immediately under the force of his kiss, but the moment he had her lips he could finally breathe again. For the first time since the run-in with the dog soldiers yesterday, Del could breathe freely, and if his mouth weren’t so busy with her he’d be sucking in great gulps of air. It felt incredibly right to be holding her this close—clutching her, in point of fact—and that she was safe, in one piece and in his arms soothed the tension that had been riding him for what seemed like years.

The most wondrous thing was, she kissed him back, just as fierce and just as possessive. She had his shirtfront curled in one fist, keeping him in place for the giving heat of her mouth. She was open for him, lush and pink, with a tongue that danced like a brothel girl’s for him. Warm, she tasted warm, and she felt hot, and he burned for her.

Yanking him closer, she moaned into his mouth. Liquid flame engulfed him as he wrapped both arms around her, attempting to meld her lithe body with the hard lines of his. And he was hard. So hard, and the relief of touching her did nothing to loosen the taut steel of his muscles, because his claim on her was incomplete. He needed a bed, or a floor, or maybe just the ground between his boots. Though he’d meant to be courting her, he didn’t have the patience or the strength of will to hold out against the siren song of Moira Tully.

A discreet cough dragged him abruptly back to reality, and he tore his mouth from hers with a harsh exhalation. His gaze met John White Horse’s dark, inscrutable eyes, and he waited for the other man to speak.

John didn’t disappoint. “Crawford. Will you be…seeing Miss Tully back to her cabin?”

“Yeah.” Back to her cabin, where there was a bed and a floor and a sturdy door to keep out prying eyes.

Never breaking eye contact, John moved steadily backward, away from him and away from Moira, who’d buried her face in the crook of Del’s neck, likely from embarrassment at being caught kissing him so lustily. He found himself fighting a grin—to think, the woman had been a nun only months earlier.

He was the luckiest man alive.

Before John melted into the shadows of the forest, he called out, “Crawford. Which direction did Cloud Rider come from, in the clearing?”

That sobered Del momentarily as he thought back on the events of yesterday afternoon. “Northeast.”

John nodded. “Then we have things to discuss. I am going to scout to the north and east. Join me when you have delivered Miss Tully home again.”

Del wasn’t inclined to argue.

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