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Raised on a small Arkansas farm, Maddie Winston craves excitement, but an escaped convict seeking shelter in her barn is more adventure than she bargained for. Determined to help the brooding stranger clear his name, Maddie impulsively joins Judson Burke on a dangerous journey to his Texas home and find herself the victim of relentless passion.
When the prison wagon transporting Judson crashed, he fled, praying for a chance to prove he is innocent of his wife's murder. Betrayed by his past desires, all Jud wants now is his freedom--until his beautiful traveling companion convinces him that love is the only thing worth fighting for.
Excerpt:
"Maddy?
Are you all right?"
"No,"
she said, a breathless catch in her voice.
"What's
the matter? Did I hurt you?"
"No,"
she said even more breathlessly. And placing her hand firmly on the
back of his head, she pulled his lips down to meet hers.
What
on earth was she doing?
Who
cared?
Jud's
hot mouth on hers moved with a consuming urgency which felt marvelous
- much too marvelous to pull away. Somewhere in the back of her mind
she heard a whisper trying to make itself heard.
Was
this the way to elicit Jud's trust?
But the
message was lost, drowned out by the thrilling, almost frightening
rush of excitement which flooded her insides and saturated her limbs.
She
scarcely noticed the hard tile floor beneath her, insignificant in
comparison to the myriad of other sensations. The delightful weight
of Jud stretched atop her. The way his breath mingled with hers.
The eroticism of a day's growth of whiskers brushing her skin. She
was on fire - awash with feelings, hurtling out of control toward a
breath-stealing, forbidden precipice.
Jud's
tongue mated with hers with all the easy familiarity of an old
friend, encouraging her timid exploration of the inside of his mouth.
She felt him groan deep in his throat and thread his fingers through
her hair, a response which galvanized her to heightened boldness as
she met and matched the pressure of his kiss. Her back arched to
maximize the tingling sensation as the tips of her nipples brushed
his chest.
He was
wearing far too many clothes. They both were. And when they drew
apart, gasping for air, he inserted one leg between hers - exquisite
torture. It was her turn to groan aloud, to ride a fresh outpour of
simmering heat that turned her limbs to jelly.
"Easy."
Jud pushed her hair back from her face with unsteady hands. "It's
better when you go slow."
"Show
me," she said, biting her lip against the frustration as he
levered himself off of her. He unfastened his shirt. Catching her
hands in his, he guided them to his exposed chest.
Her fingers curled, then slowly unfurled against this new tactile
sensation, hardened muscle beneath a smattering of impossibly soft
body hair.
Her
mouth formed a round “O” of delight as she continued to explore
him. When she heard his breath catch, her movements grew bolder and
swept across his chest to his shoulders. The light glinted on the
gold band adorning her fourth finger, triggering a wild streak of
possessiveness. Her husband.
Her
man.
With an
age-old instinct her pelvis rocked forward until it collided with
his. She could feel the turgid length of him, hard and hot. She
heard the way he sucked in his breath when she moved invitingly
against him, sharing a need, a hunger she'd never known before.
His hand
shook as he slid two fingers beneath the neckline of her gown to find
the soft swell of her breasts and tease the taut straining buds of
her nipples. She felt a stab of fiery excitement ripple through her
womb to the juncture of her thighs.
He freed
her breasts from the confines of her bodice and lightly, reverently
lapped at the nipples, a soft suckling that made her aware of a warm
wetness between her legs. When she braced herself against him,
intending to ask him to stop, his greedy lips devoured hers and she
was lost.
She didn't
want him to stop.
Not ever.
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