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Rescuing a stranded mother and baby from a raging blizzard had not been part of Lance White Eagle Steele's plans. He wanted to be home in Montana for Christmas Eve, but he couldn't abandon Marcy Griffin and her daughter by the side of the road. His plans hadn't included getting snowed in with her, either...or sharing fiery kisses in the storm. They were all wrong for each other, but both of them felt so right in the other's arms. Could the spark of passion between these strangers ignite into something much more? And what did the gypsy's ring mean? Could it be they were caught up in true magic...the magic of love? Silhouette Desire #1619 |
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Her eyes met his gaze and the air sizzled with hot promise. "Then why...why don't I...interest you... physically?" she stammered. He let himself touch her face...to soothe her...to satisfy him. "You know I want you. I think you have to be the sexiest woman I've ever known. And you must feel the electricity in the air whenever we touch." Right this minute the tension was about to explode all around them. "But we want different things. This isn't a game. We'll be going our separate ways in a day or two. I don't want..." Marcy placed a finger against his lips. "I know all that. But I don't want a long term relationship the same as you do." She smiled at him and his brain went south. "I'm not saying that I fall into bed with every man who...uh...makes me feel special. In fact, only one man before now has ever been in my bed. But you have to admit there is something out of the ordinary between us, and we need to explore what that is before it's too late." Leaning in, she placed a light kiss on his lips. "Please, Lance. Please let us find out if this is really magic. Give me a chance." The fire crackled as the sparks he'd tried to bury ignited in the sultry depths of his gut. The lines he'd drawn began to combust, while flames burned through the balance of control and resolve blew away in a puff of smoke. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he slid the other to the nape of her neck to hold her head steady as he gently explored the sweetness of her mouth. She tasted of hot chocolate and cinnamon, and he got carried away on a scent of sunshine and vanilla. With a final sigh, he released himself from his vows of chastity and made new vows. He pulled a pin from her hair and flexed his fingers, itching to run them through all that silky softness. "Your hair looks nice. But I think I'd rather it was down." She raised her eyebrows, then smiled shyly before helping him remove the pins. Shaking her hair out in a fluffy blond cloud around her head, she stood up and laughed. "And I think you have on way too many clothes." |
She laid a hand against his chest and his heart thudded. "See there.
See how you react when I touch you? My whole body does that wherever you're in
the same room."
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