Zach grabbed Molly and fused his lips to hers. He couldn’t let her pursue that line of thinking.
Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln.
Pleasure galloped through him like a runaway horse. He wanted to tell her just how much he loved her, but the words stuck in his throat. If her papa found out he’d broken his end of the bargain...
Molly melted against him. His hands roamed her back, clutching her against him. Her plush breasts pressed against his chest. He couldn’t help the low groan that rumbled from his throat into her mouth.
She yanked herself from his embrace, wiping a sleeve across her moist lips. “That’s what you’re really after, isn’t it? Just someone to bed. That, and the ranch.” Fear and dismay shimmered in her eyes.
Available March 2008 as part of the North Texas RWA Silver Nuggets Anthology published by The Wild Rose Press