The Pirate & The Adventurer & The Cowboy
you'll think I'm fast."
His laugh was soft and sexy in the darkness. "As far as I'm concerned, you could never be too fast for me, lady, not as long as I'm the one you're chasing." He stopped in front of her and drew a finger down the side of her throat to the curve of her shoulder. He smiled knowingly as he felt her answering shiver of awareness. "You went to my bedroom, didn't you?"
"Uh-huh. You weren't there."
"So you went looking. Good. That's the way it should be." He kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose and then brushed his mouth across hers. His voice deepened abruptly. "Promise me you'll always come looking for me. No matter what happens. Don't run away from me again, Maggie, love."
She touched the side of his cheek. "Not even if you send me away?"
"I was a fool. I won't make that mistake again. I learned my lesson the hard way. Promise me, Maggie. Swear it. Say you won't leave even if things get rough between us again. Fight with me, yell at me, slam a few doors, kick me in the rear, but don't leave."
She caught her breath and then, in a soft, reckless little rush she gave him the words he wanted to hear. "I won't leave."
He groaned thickly and gathered her so tightly against him that Maggie could hardly breathe. She didn't mind. She felt his lips in her hair and then his fingers were moving up her back to the nape of her neck and into her loosened hair.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and inhaled the sensual, masculine scent of him. She kissed his chest where the black shirt was open and felt him shudder.
"Maggie, love, you feel so good."
Rafe moved backward a couple of steps and sank down into his chair. He eased Maggie up against the desk in front of him until she could feel the wooden edge along the backs of her thighs. His hands went to her legs.
"Rafe, wait, we can't. Not here, like this." She stifled a tiny laugh that was part anxiety at the thought of getting caught making love in his study and part joyous arousal.
"Why not here?"
"What if someone hears us?"
"What if they do?" He pushed the gauzy cotton hem of the dress up above her knees. Then he deliberately parted her legs with his hands and kissed the sensitive skin of her upper thigh. "Anyone with half a brain who might happen to overhear us should have enough sense to ignore us."
"Yes, but." Maggie shivered delicately as she felt his mouth on the inside of her leg. His hands had lifted the skirt of the dress up to her waist. She heard him laugh softly as he realized she was naked under the cotton shift.
"Ah, Maggie, love, I see you dressed for the occasion."
"You're a lecherous rake, Rafe Cassidy."
"No ma'am, just a simple cowboy with simple tastes. There's nothing I like better than taking a moonlight ride with you."
"A moonlight ride? Is that what you call it?"
"Yeah. You know something? I like you best when you're stark naked." He leaned forward again in the chair and dipped his tongue into the small depression in her stomach. Then his lips worked their way downward into the tight curls below her waist.
"Rafe.
Rafe
." Maggie's hands clenched his shoulders. She felt unbelievably wanton and gloriously sexy as she stood there in front of him legs braced apart by his strong hands. Her head was tipped back, her hair cascading behind her. She closed her eyes as his kisses became overwhelmingly intimate.
"So good. Sweet and sexy and so hot already." Rafe eased a finger into her.
Margaret tightened instantly and cried out softly. She could hardly stand now. She leaned back against the desk, letting it support her weight. Rafe's fingers stretched her gently and she dug her nails into his shoulders.
"That's it, Maggie, love. Let me know how it feels. Tell me, sweetheart."
"You already know what you can do to me," she whispered in between gasps of pleasure.
"Yeah, but I like to hear about it." His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he looked up into her face.
"Why?"
"You know why. It makes me crazy."
She half laughed and half groaned and tangled her fingers in his hair. "You make
me
go crazy, Rafe. Absolutely wild. I don't even feel like myself when you touch me like this."
"Good." He stood up slowly, his hands gliding along her hips and then her waist and above her breasts. He carried the cotton dress along with the movement, lifting it up over her head. When it was free, he tossed it heedlessly onto the floor.
Margaret had one last burst of sanity. "Your room. Just across the hall.
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