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RAEANNE THAYNE 79 He made a low sound and deepened the kiss, his mouth firm and purposeful on hers, and she forgot about the pain below her knee, forgot about the frustration she had been fighting the entire day over her own limitations, forgot the man who held her was Jake Dalton, son of the bastard who had destroyed her father. For one glorious moment he was only a man—a strong, gorgeous male who smelled of leather and horses and a few lingering traces of that sexy aftershave he used; a solid, strong wall of muscle against her, around her. The man was one incredible kisser, she had to admit. She shivered as his mouth explored hers, caressed it. He used exactly the right pressure for maximum impact— not too hard, not too soft. Just right to turn her bones to liquid, her insides to mush. Oh, it felt good to be in a man’s arms. For one brief, selfish moment she allowed herself to enjoy it, to savor the sensation of being held and cherished and protected, her blood surging through her, her nerve endings buzzing with desire. She wasn’t sure at exactly what moment she shifted from passive recipient to ardent participant. Maybe at the first slight exploring brush of his tongue along the seam of her lips. The next thing she knew, her arms had somehow found their way around his neck, she found herself pressing against him tightly, and she was returning his kiss with an enthusiasm that took her completely by surprise. She jerked her eyes open and saw him gazing back at her, an unreadable expression in the pure, stunning blue of his eyes.
80 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT The sight of those Dalton eyes looking back at her seemed to shock her back to her senses as if she’d just fallen into the creek. What in heaven’s name was she doing? She jerked away, nearly stumbling in her haste to put space between them. He steadied her so she wouldn’t fall off the mounting block, then dropped his hand. She stared at him, horribly aware of how hard her lungs had to work to draw air, of the tremble of her stomach and how she had to fist her hands together to keep from reaching for him again. How mortifying that she would react to his uninvited touch with such eagerness, even a subtle hint of desperation she hoped he couldn’t taste. This was Jake Dalton, the last man on earth she should want to tangle tongues with. But she did. Oh, did she! Emotions raged through her, and she wanted to yell and curse and rip into him. At the very least, she wanted to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing. She took a deep, steadying breath. She refused to let him know how much he affected her. “Was that really necessary?” she asked coolly. “A helping hand would have been sufficient.” A muscle quirked in his cheek as if he was amused, though she could see his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know about you, but I certainly needed it.” What kind of game was he playing? she wondered. A pity kiss for poor Stump Girl? “Next time I’ll dismount on my own if you’re going to paw me,” she snapped.
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RAEANNE THAYNE<br />
79<br />
He made a low sound and deepened <strong>the</strong> kiss, his<br />
mouth firm and purposeful on hers, and she forgot about<br />
<strong>the</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> below her knee, forgot about <strong>the</strong> frustration she<br />
had been fight<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> entire day over her own limitations,<br />
forgot <strong>the</strong> man who held her was Jake Dalton, son<br />
of <strong>the</strong> bastard who had destroyed her fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
For one glorious moment he was only a man—a<br />
strong, gorgeous male who smelled of lea<strong>the</strong>r and horses<br />
and a few l<strong>in</strong>ger<strong>in</strong>g traces of that sexy aftershave he used;<br />
a solid, strong wall of muscle aga<strong>in</strong>st her, around her.<br />
The man was one <strong>in</strong>credible kisser, she had to admit.<br />
She shivered as his mouth explored hers, caressed it. He<br />
used exactly <strong>the</strong> right pressure for maximum impact—<br />
not too hard, not too soft. Just right to turn her bones to<br />
liquid, her <strong>in</strong>sides to mush.<br />
Oh, it felt good to be <strong>in</strong> a man’s arms. For one brief,<br />
selfish moment she allowed herself to enjoy it, to savor<br />
<strong>the</strong> sensation of be<strong>in</strong>g held and cherished and protected,<br />
her blood surg<strong>in</strong>g through her, her nerve end<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
buzz<strong>in</strong>g with desire.<br />
She wasn’t sure at exactly what moment she shifted<br />
from passive recipient to ardent participant. Maybe at<br />
<strong>the</strong> first slight explor<strong>in</strong>g brush of his tongue along <strong>the</strong><br />
seam of her lips.<br />
The next th<strong>in</strong>g she knew, her arms had somehow found<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir way around his neck, she found herself press<strong>in</strong>g<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>st him tightly, and she was return<strong>in</strong>g his kiss with<br />
an enthusiasm that took her <strong>com</strong>pletely by surprise.<br />
She jerked her eyes open and saw him gaz<strong>in</strong>g back<br />
at her, an unreadable expression <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> pure, stunn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
blue of his eyes.