Tame My Wild Touch – American West Read Online Donna Fletcher

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
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"Partially," she admitted. "We still have a ways to go and much talking to do and . . . oh, wait until you hear about my fingers" She wiggled them eagerly in his face.

"Don't tell me," he teased. "They're not really yours."

She looked at him in surprise and then at her fingers. "How did you know?"

"Now wait a minute," he said with a serious shake of his head. "The last time I looked, they were yours."

She laughed with a lightheartedness that brightened Zac's own spirits.

"Well, they are and they aren't, in a way," she began and excitedly told him of her discussion with her mother.

Zac listened carefully and attentively. He studied her easy smile and the brightness in her green eyes and the way she waved her hand to emphasize a point. And then there was her ample body leaning up against his in such a relaxed a manner. She was content, and that pleased him. Perhaps their confrontation, when it came, wouldn't be as difficult as he had anticipated.

"So what do you think?" she finished, looking at him expectantly.

He brought his hand up, unable to keep his thumb from wiping the smudge of flour from her chin. "I think that you and your mother have started off on a good path."

Prudence smiled, pleased by his response.

They stood for a moment in silence, watching each other. Their stares grew more expressive. The mood surrounding them had changed considerably.

"Tell me," Zac said in a sensual whisper, "do you still have nothing on beneath your skirt?"

Prudence felt a rush of flutters in her stomach, and her voice sounded slightly breathless. "Yes."

Zac dropped his hands away from her waist and stepped around her to the door. He secured the lock, and then turned to face her. He held out his hand once again to her, only this time his command wasn't silent.

"Come here, honey."

Prudence felt the tremble start in her legs and grow, until she was fearful her jellylike limbs wouldn't support her for another minute. It was the way he called her "honey" that did it to her. His voice didn't drip with sweetness. It was thick with sexual innuendo, as though to tease and titillate her, which it did, significantly.

"Come on," he cajoled in a dangerously soft voice that weakened her unsupportive legs even farther.

And he added to her distress by unbuckling his belt.

Prudence sighed and felt warmth spread down her belly to between her legs, while somewhere in the back of her mind orders were issued to her limbs and she walked toward him.

He grasped the hand she held out to him and pulled her roughly against him. "Damn, I want you so bad it hurts."

She smiled playfully, recalling his words of weeks before. "And I do want you hurting, don't I?"

His other hand grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and forced her head back, while his hand that held hers twisted her arm back behind her to assure her captivity. "Not this bad, honey."

He brought his mouth down over hers, completing her capture. His kisses were untamed and turbulent.

Prudence could express her answering excitement only with her mouth, and even that was difficult since he had taken absolute control of her. She managed to free her mouth for a few seconds. "Zac, someone may hear us."

"Then no screaming allowed," he warned, taking charge of her mouth once again.

She enjoyed his rough, commanding play. She felt protected by his strength, and his sharp, manly power heightened her passion.

His mouth left hers and dropped to her breast. He took her nipple, covered by her cotton blouse, in his mouth and nibbled at the tip through the cloth. It hardened instantly, sending shivers along her warm flesh.

Zac lifted her then and hurried to the settee near the cold hearth. He placed her back against the arm, pushed her legs up and spread them, and flung her skirt up.

He held her eyes with his as he placed one knee between her legs and reached down to release himself.

A knock at the door startled them both and Prudence moved to sit up. Zac stopped her with a hand to her chest and firm shakes of his head that warned she damned well better stay put.

"Zac, are you in there?" James called.

"Yes, I'm here," Zac answered, his voice sounding calm and normal, to Prudence's surprise. "And I'm busy."

"Don't want to disturb you. I just was wondering where my daughter was… thought I'd talk to her."

Prudence felt her face grow scarlet. She embarrassingly fussed with her skirt in an attempt to cover herself. Zac would have none of it and pushed the skirt right back up. Then grabbing her beneath her backside, he pulled her farther down on the settee.

Her blush deepened, since she was now more exposed to him than before.

"Prudence is resting." His smile was evil.


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