by Fran Lee
As she sank across his perspiring chest to rub her lips over his unshaven chin, he caught her face between shaking hands and lifted it to devour her mouth like a man who’d gone without sustenance for far too long. When he finally came up for air, gasping and swallowing the tight knot that threatened to keep the words buried deep inside, he forced them out. God knew she deserved to hear them. God knew he wanted so fucking badly to tell her.
“Do you think you might want to make our original agreement just a bit more permanent?” Not what he’d intended to spit out, but close.
He watched her eyes widen as she pulled back to stare down into his perspiring face questioningly. “I don’t need any contract to stay with you, David.”
Her words sent a thrill of possessive pleasure through him. “I wasn’t asking for a contract.”
She frowned. “Then what-”
He cut her words off with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips.
“I can’t live without you, Sam. I won’t live without you. Not ever again. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone before, but…”
Sam blinked down at his adorably confused expression. “Say that again.”
“Say what again?” He seemed even more confused now.
“Oh for God’s sake, David Chance! You can face some frigging behemoth in a ring, but you can’t just tell a girl you love her?”
His dark eyes changed slowly from confused to totally wicked. “Words come easier to you. But you’ll never have reason to doubt that I damn well do love you, Sam Hastings. And if you don’t agree to marry me and make an honest man of me, you won’t get one more minute of hot sex. You got that?”
“Too late,” she whispered huskily as she smiled against his mouth, feeling his cock growing ramrod-hard inside her once more. “But I will marry you, David Chance. If you think I’m giving you a way out of this arrangement, you-”
Her thoughts melted under the onslaught of mouth and plunging cock as he rolled her beneath him and stopped her threat with a lush expertise that wiped the giggling smile from her lips and brought a scream of pleasure in its place.
“Hold that thought.” His voice was a rough growl against her mouth as he made her forget her own name.
About the Author
Fran Lee began writing romance novels at the age of 14. Life intruded on a budding writing career-namely, paying the bills, raising a family and the usual run-of-the-mill things that leave a writer no time to pursue a career as frivolous as authoring romance books. Or so everyone told her. But she never gave up on her childhood dreams of writing.
Other things caught her fancy over the years-horses, eBay, martial arts, not necessarily in that order. Over the years, her childish dreams were set on the back burner over and over again. But the things that caught her fancy blossomed into self-confidence-she achieved her black belt in her chosen martial art, spent a fortune on eBay and had the great pleasure of owning a number of wonderful equine friends.
Now she concentrates on her various fancies by collecting horse statues and figurines, teaching karate to kids, and spending time dragging out those old romance novels and bringing them up to snuff for the 21st century. The dream has come true-and it was well worth the wait.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and e-mail address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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