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Luring Jesse
Sylvie Kaye
In the Black Hills of South Dakota
Lynda Mason stakes claim to a piece of Jesse
Talbot's ranch and his heart.
Lynda Mason inherits a section of a mountain in the Black
Hills of South Dakota from her aunt. Wealthy rancher Jesse
James Talbot claims to own the whole mountain and he intends
to keep it that way. Unable to get by the reclusive rancher's
barbed wire fences and locked gates, Lynda develops a ruse. To
lure Jesse down from his Black Hills, Lynda moves into a plush
penthouse at the exclusive Talbot Arms and poses as his wife.
The ruse works. When Jesse swaggers into her party at the
penthouse, Lynda plans to get him alone, inform him of her
claim, and give him every opportunity to buy her out.
What she doesn't plan on is being quite so alone with the hunk
in boots. A forest fire results in a wild helicopter ride out
to his ranch. Soon sparks fly that have nothing to do with the
fire raging on the mountain.
Excerpt
Jesse had to keep his head
buried in the mattress so she wouldn't notice the grin on his
face. His back was strong as a mule's. He'd lucked out with this
idea. Big time. It had gotten her off the floor and into his
bed. He stifled a satisfied chuckle by stuffing his face further
into the green coverlet.
His muscles were tight all right, but from sexual tension, not
any kind of injury.
"Ooooh, that feels good," he mumbled into the bed. "I'm ready
for you to work me over. Er, work my spine over."
"Okay, but let me know if I hit any raw nerves. The minute you
feel any pain, you poor baby, you tell me." Then she started a
slow, gentle massage on the vertebrae in his neck.
She hit nerves all right. Every nerve in his body screamed for
her touch. And a few muscles besides.
"Mmmm, that feels great, Little Ladybug." He wriggled his hips
beneath her. Her soft bottom resting on his firmer one
tantalized him. He wondered what she'd think if he flipped her
over and reversed their positions. She'd definitely know where
his pain was located then.
Her nimble fingers were mid-back now. If his hormones weren't so
all fired up, he could've relaxed and enjoyed the massage. She
certainly was good at it.
"Have you ever thought of chiropractic or massage therapy?" he
asked.
"I never have." Her breathy reply whispered along his neck, and
a shiver threatened to crawl up his spine. He had to fight hard
to control it. The last thing he needed was for her to know how
bad he wanted her. He'd lose everything, that's for sure.
"Aaaah," he sighed aloud. Her gentle hands massaged a low spot
on his spine that he hadn't realized could arouse him.
"Poor baby, did I hurt you?"
Her hands stopped. His arousal stopped. Well, almost.
"No, no pain. It felt good," he muttered.
She pressed with her thumbs into the furrows alongside his
spine. "This should ease any tight ligaments."
She was easing nothing. His desire was rock hard and throbbing
for her attention.
"This should increase your flexibility, too." Her voice
whispered across his neck again.
He figured this was his chance. He could show off his newfound
flexibility and give her the credit to boot. With hands swift as
Jesse James' in a shootout, he rolled over and grabbed her waist
before she could topple. He grinned up at her. Now, instead of
his butt, she straddled his hips, and with that blue silk
nightgown all bunched up around her hips, too.
"It worked, Little Ladybug. Look how flexible you've made me."
He feigned an innocent expression.
"I'm beginning to suspect your back wasn't all that sore." She
tried to scramble away, but he held her firmly.
"You have to admit this is a lot more comfy than the floor." As
he spoke he slipped one hand upward until his palm cradled the
nape of her neck. Then he dipped her head downward, ever so
slowly, until their lips touched. Lightly, ever so lightly, he
kissed her mouth.
"Jesse," she said breathlessly against his lips. "Do-do you want
to talk?" Her blue eyes brightened as she waited for his reply.
"No. No talk. We've already talked plenty."
Talking was the last thing on his mind. Her silky blond hair
swung down from her face and brushed his cheek. Both her voice
and that silky feeling were mesmerizing. He couldn't talk now.
He couldn't even think. All he could do was react.
He entwined his fingers with hers and tugged. When she was flush
against his chest, he kissed her again. Long and hard. And then
soft and sweet. And then hard again. He couldn't seem to get
enough of her honey-flavored mouth. Until she sputtered words
out through the kiss.
"W-w-wait," Lynda said in soft gasps. Her instinct for survival
flickered somewhere beneath his smothering kisses. "Wait," she
managed to say again as she pushed away and held herself at
arm's length.
"Wait for what?"
"Till we talk this through. I don't think you were listening
when I said I wouldn't sleep with a man who just wanted me to
have babies."
"Well, now, that's not what you said, Little Ladybug. I listen
to every word you say, whether I like them or not. You said you
wouldn't have babies with a man who didn't love you. I'm not
after babies at the moment."
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