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Long, Tall Texans--Quinn--A Single Dad Western Romance

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by Diana Palmer


  She drew back after a minute, her eyes sultry, drowsy. “Wouldn’t you like to do that to me?” she whispered. “I like it, too.”

  He fumbled with buttons until he had the dress out of the way and she was standing in nothing except a satin teddy. He’d never seen one before, except in movies, and he stared at her with his breath stuck somewhere in his chest. It was such a sexy garment low on her lace-covered breasts, nipped at her slender waist, hugging her full hips. Below it were her elegant silk-clad legs, although he didn’t see anything holding up her hose.

  “It’s a teddy,” she whispered. “If you want to slide it down,” she added shyly, lowering her eyes to his pulsating chest, “I could step out of it.”

  He didn’t know if he could do that and stay on his feet. The thought of Amanda unclothed made his knees weak. But he slid the straps down her arms and slowly, slowly, peeled it away from her firm, hard-tipped breasts, over her flat stomach, and then over the panty hose she was wearing. He caught them as well and eased the whole silky mass down to the floor.

  She stepped out of it, so much in love with him that all her earlier shyness was evaporating. It was as new for him as it was for her, and that made it beautiful. A true act of love.

  She let him look at her, fascinated by the awe in his hard face, in the eyes that went over her like an artist’s brush, capturing every line, every soft curve before he even touched her.

  “Amanda, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he said finally. “You look like a drawing of a fairy I saw in an old-time storybook…all gold and ivory.”

  She reached up and leaned close against him, shivering a little when her breasts touched his bare chest. The hair was faintly abrasive and very arousing. She moved involuntarily and gasped at the sensation.

  “Do you want to help me?” he whispered as he stripped off his shirt and his hands went to his belt.

  “I…” She hesitated, her nerve retreating suddenly at the intimacy of it. She grimaced. “Oh, Quinn, I’m such a coward!” She hid her face against his chest and felt his laughter.

  “Well, you’re not alone,” he murmured. “I’m not exactly an exhibitionist myself. Look, why don’t you get under the covers and close your eyes, and we’ll pretend it’s dark.”

  She looked up at him and laughed. “This is silly.”

  “Yes, I know.” He sighed. “Well, honey, we’re married. I guess it’s time to face all the implications of sharing a bed.”

  He sat down, took off his boots and socks, stood to unbuckle his belt, holding her eyes, and slid the zip down. Everything came off, and seconds later, she saw for herself all the differences between men and women.

  “You’ve gone scarlet, Mrs. Sutton,” he observed.

  “You aren’t much whiter yourself, Mr. Sutton,” she replied.

  He laughed and reached for her and she felt him press against her. It was incredible, the feel of skin against skin, hair-rough flesh against silky softness. He bent and found her mouth and began to kiss her lazily, while his big, rough hands slid down her back and around to her hips. His mouth opened at the same time that his fingers pulled her thighs against his, and she felt for the first time the stark reality of arousal.

  He felt her gasp and lifted his head, searching her flushed face. “That has to happen before anything else can,” he whispered. “Don’t be afraid. I think I know enough to make it easy for you.”

  “I love you, Quinn,” she whispered back, forcing her taut muscles to relax, to give in to him. She leaned her body into his with a tiny shiver and lifted her mouth. “However it happens between us, it will be all right.”

  He searched her eyes and nodded. His mouth lowered to hers. He kissed her with exquisite tenderness while his hands found the softness of her breasts. Minutes later, his mouth traced them, covered the hard tips in a warm, moist suction that drew new sounds from her. He liked that, so he lifted her and put her on the big bed, and found other places to kiss her that made the sounds louder and more tormented.

  The book had been very thorough and quite explicit, so he knew what to do in theory. Practice was very different. He hadn’t known that women could lose control, too. That their bodies were so soft, or so strong. That their eyes grew wild and their faces contorted as the pleasure built in them, that they wept with it. Her pleasure became his only goal in the long, exquisite oblivion that followed.

  By the time he moved over her, she was more than ready for him, she was desperate for him. He whispered to her, gently guided her body to his as he fought for control of his own raging need so that he could satisfy hers first.

  There was one instant when she stiffened and tried to pull away, but he stopped then and looked down into her frightened eyes.

  “It will only hurt for a few seconds,” he whispered huskily. “Link your hands in mine and hold on. I’ll do it quickly.”

  “All…all right.” She felt the strength in his hands and her eyes met his. She swallowed.

  He pushed, hard. She moaned a little, but her body accepted him instantly and without any further difficulty.

  Her eyes brightened. Her lips parted and she breathed quickly and began to smile. “It’s gone,” she whispered. “Quinn, I’m a woman now….”

  “My woman,” he whispered back. The darkness grew in his eyes. He bent to her mouth and captured it, held it as he began to move, his body dancing above hers, teaching it the rhythm. She followed where he led, gasping as the cadence increased, as the music began to grow in her mind and filtered through her arms and legs. She held on to him with the last of her strength, proud of his stamina, of the power in his body that was taking hers from reality and into a place she’d never dreamed existed.

  She felt the first tremors begin, and work into her like fiery pins, holding her body in a painful arch as she felt the tension build. It grew to unbearable levels. Her head thrashed on the pillow and she wanted to push him away, to make him stop, because she didn’t think she could live through what was happening to her. But just as she began to push him the tension broke and she fell, crying out, into a hot, wild satisfaction that convulsed her. Above her, Quinn saw it happen and finally gave in to the desperate fever of his own need. He drove for his own satisfaction and felt it take him, his voice breaking on Amanda’s name as he went into the fiery depths with her.

  Afterward, he started to draw away, but her arms went around him and refused to let go. He felt her tears against his hot throat.

  “Are you all right?” he asked huskily.

  “I died,” she whispered brokenly. Her arms contracted. “Don’t go away, please don’t. I don’t want to let you go,” she moaned.

  He let his body relax, giving her his full weight. “I’ll crush you, honey,” he whispered in her ear.

  “No, you won’t.” She sighed, feeling his body pulse with every heartbeat, feeling the dampness of his skin on her own, the glory of his flesh touching hers. “This is nice.”

  He laughed despite his exhaustion. “There’s a new word for it,” he murmured. He growled and bit her shoulder gently. “Wildcat,” he whispered proudly. “You bit me. Do you remember? You bit me and dug your nails into my hips and screamed.”

  “So did you,” she accused, flushing. “I’ll have bruises on my thighs…”

  “Little ones,” he agreed. He lifted his head and searched her dark, quiet eyes. “I couldn’t help that, at the last. I lost it. Really lost it. Are you as sated as I am?” he mused. “I feel like I’ve been walking around like half a person all my life, and I’ve just become whole.”

  “So do I.” Her eyes searched his, and she lifted a lazy hand to trace his hard, thin lips. After a few seconds, she lifted her hips where they were still joined to his and watched his eyes kindle. She drew in a shaky breath and did it again, delighting in the sudden helpless response of his body.

  “That’s impossible,” he joked. “The book said so.”

  Amanda pulled his mouth down to hers. “Damn the book,” she said and hel
d on as he answered her hunger with his own.

  They slept and finally woke just in time to go down to dinner. But since neither of them wanted to face having to get dressed, they had room service send up a tray. They drank champagne and ate thick steaks and went back to bed. Eventually they even slept.

  The next morning, they set out for Ricochet, holding hands all the way home.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Elliot and Harry were waiting at the door when Quinn brought Amanda home. There was a big wedding cake on the table that Harry had made, and a special present that Elliot had made Harry drive him to town in the sleigh to get—a new Desperado album with a picture of Amanda on the cover.

  “What a present,” Quinn murmured, smiling at Amanda over the beautiful photograph. “I guess I’ll have to listen to it now, won’t I?”

  “I even got Hank Shoeman’s autograph,” Elliot enthused. “Finally I can tell the guys at school! I’ve been going nuts ever since I realized who Amanda was….”

  “You knew?” Quinn burst out. “And you didn’t tell me? So that’s why that tape disappeared.”

  “You were looking for it?” Elliot echoed.

  “Sure, just after we got home from the lodge that night I deserted Amanda,” Quinn said with a rueful glance at her. “I was feeling pretty low. I just wanted to hear her voice, but the tape was missing.”

  “Sorry, Dad,” Elliot said gently. “I’ll never do it again, but I was afraid you’d toss her out if you knew she was a rock singer. She’s really terrific, you know, and that song that won a Grammy was one of hers.”

  “Stop, you’ll make me blush,” Amanda groaned.

  “I can do that,” Quinn murmured dryly and the look he gave Amanda brought scarlet color into her hot cheeks.

  “You were in the paper, Dad,” Elliot continued excitedly. “And on the six o’clock news, too! They told all about your skiing days and the Olympic team. Dad, why didn’t you keep going? They said you were one of the best giant slalom skiers this country ever produced, but that you quit with a place on the Olympic team in your pocket.”

  “It’s a long story, Elliot,” he replied.

  “It was because of my mother, wasn’t it?” the boy asked gravely.

  “Well, you were on the way and I didn’t feel right about deserting her at such a time.”

  “Even though she’d been so terrible to you?” he probed.

  Quinn put his hands on his son’s shoulders. “I’ll tell you for a fact, Elliot, you were mine from the day I knew about your existence. I waited for you like a kid waiting for a Christmas present. I bought stuff and read books about babies and learned all the things I’d need to know to help your mother raise you. I’d figured, you see, that she might eventually decide that having you was pretty special. I’m sorry that she didn’t.”

  “That’s okay,” Elliot said with a smile. “You did.”

  “You bet I did. And do.”

  “Since you like kids so much, you and Amanda might have a few of your own,” Elliot decided. “I can help. Me and Harry can wash diapers and make formula…”

  Amanda laughed delightedly. “Oh, you doll, you!” She hugged Elliot. “Would you really not mind other kids around?”

  “Heck, no,” Elliot said with genuine feeling. “All the other guys have little brothers and sisters. It gets sort of lonely, being the only one.” He looked up at her admiringly. “And they’d be awful pretty, if some of them were girls.”

  She grinned. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and have another redhead, too. My mother was redheaded. So was my grandmother. It runs in the family.”

  Elliot liked that, and said so.

  “Hank Shoeman has a present for you, by the way,” she told Elliot. “No, there’s no use looking in the truck, he ordered it.”

  Elliot’s eyes lit up. “What is it? An autographed photo of the group?”

  “It’s a keyboard,” Amanda corrected gently, smiling at his awe. “A real one, a moog like I play when we do instrumentals.”

  “Oh, my gosh!” Elliot sat down. “I’ve died and gone to heaven. First I get a great new mother and now I get a moog. Maybe I’m real sick and have a high fever,” he frowned, feeling his forehead.

  “No, you’re perfectly well,” Quinn told him. “And I guess it’s all right if you play some rock songs,” he added with a grimace. “I got used to turnips, after all, that time when Harry refused to cook any more greens. I guess I can get used to loud music.”

  “I refused to cook greens because we had a blizzard and canned turnips was all I had,” Harry reminded him, glowering. “Now that Amanda’s here, we won’t run out of beans and peas and such, because she’ll remember to tell me we’re out so I can get some more.”

  “I didn’t forget to remind you,” Quinn muttered.

  “You did so,” Elliot began. “I remember—”

  “That’s it, gang up on me,” Quinn glowered at them.

  “Don’t you worry, sweet man, I’ll protect you from ghastly turnips and peas and beans,” she said with a quick glance at Harry and Elliot. “I like asparagus, so I’ll make sure that’s all we keep here. Don’t you guys like asparagus?”

  “Yes!” they chorused, having been the culprits who told Amanda once that Quinn hated asparagus above all food in the world.

  Quinn groaned.

  “And I’ll make liver and onions every night,” Amanda added. “We love that, don’t we, gang?”

  “We sure do!” they chorused again, because they knew it was the only meat Quinn wouldn’t eat.

  “I’ll go live with McNaber,” he threatened.

  Amanda laughed and slid her arms around him. “Only if we get to come, too.” She looked up at him. “It’s all right. We all really hate asparagus and liver and onions.”

  “That’s a fact, we do,” Elliot replied. “Amanda, are you going to go on tour with the band?”

  “No,” she said quietly. “We’d all gotten tired of the pace. We’re going to take a well-earned rest and concentrate on videos and albums.”

  “I’ve got this great idea for a video,” Elliot volunteered.

  She grinned. “Okay, tiger, you can share it with us when Hank and the others come for a visit.”

  His eyes lit up. “They’re all coming? The whole group?”

  “My aunt is marrying Mr. Durning,” she told him, having found out that tidbit from Hank. “They’re going to live in Hawaii, and the band has permission to use the cabin whenever they like. They’ve decided that if I like the mountains so much, there must be something special about them. Our next album is going to be built around a mountain theme.”

  “Wow.” Elliot sighed. “Wait’ll I tell the guys.”

  “You and the guys can be in the video,” Amanda promised. “We’ll find some way to fit you into a scene or two.” She studied Harry. “We’ll put Harry in, too.”

  “Oh, no, you won’t!” he said. “I’ll run away from home first.”

  “If you do, we’ll starve to death.” Amanda sighed. “I can’t do cakes and roasts. We’ll have to live on potatoes and fried eggs.”

  “Then you just make a movie star out of old Elliot and I’ll stick around,” he promised.

  “Okay,” Amanda said, “but what a loss to women everywhere. You’d have been super, Harry.”

  He grinned and went back to the kitchen to cook. Elliot eventually wandered off, too, and Quinn took Amanda into the study and closed the door.

  They sat together in his big leather armchair, listening to the crackling of the fire in the potbellied stove.

  “Remember the last time we were in here together?” he asked lazily between kisses.

  “Indeed, I do,” she murmured with a smile against his throat. “We almost didn’t stop in time.”

  “I’m glad we did.” He linked her fingers with his. “We had a very special first time. A real wedding night. That’s marriage the way it was meant to be; a feast of first times.”

  She touched his cheek lightly and searched his
dark eyes. “I’m glad we waited, too. I wanted so much to go to my husband untouched. I just want you to know that it was worth the wait. I love you, really love you, you know?” She sighed shakily. “That made it much more than my first intimate experience.”

  He brought his mouth down gently on hers. “I felt just that way about it,” he breathed against her lips. “I never asked if you wanted me to use anything…?”

  “So I wouldn’t get pregnant?” She smiled gently. “I love kids.”

  “So do I.” He eased back and pulled her cheek onto his chest, smoothing her long, soft hair as he smiled down into her eyes. “I never dreamed I’d find anyone like you. I’d given up on women. On life, too, I guess. I’ve been bitter and alone for such a long time, Amanda. I feel like I was just feverish and dreaming it all.”

  “You aren’t dreaming.” She pulled him closer to her and kissed him with warm, slow passion. “We’re married and I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, body and soul. So don’t get any ideas about trying to get away. I’ve caught you fair and square and you’re all mine.”

  He chuckled. “Really? If you’ve caught me, what are you going to do with me?”

  “Have I got an answer for that,” she whispered with a sultry smile. “You did lock the door, didn’t you?” she murmured, her voice husky as she lifted and turned so that she was facing him, her knees beside him on the chair. His heart began to race violently.

  “Yes, I locked the door. What are you…Amanda!”

  She smiled against his mouth while her hands worked at fastenings. “That’s my name, all right,” she whispered. She nipped his lower lip gently and laughed delightedly when she felt him helping her. “Life is short. We’d better start living it right now.”

  “I couldn’t possibly agree more,” he whispered back, and his husky laugh mingled with hers in the tense silence of the room.

  Beside them, the burning wood crackled and popped in the stove while the snow began to fall again outside the window. Amanda had started it, but almost immediately Quinn took control and she gave in with a warm laugh. She knew already that things were done Sutton’s way around Ricochet. And this time, she didn’t really mind at all.

 

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