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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And Zac intended for her to hear more, much more. "You're a married woman and should act accordingly. Dancing with every man who asks you is disgraceful," he admonished while pacing back and forth before the hearth.

"Accordingly? Disgraceful?" she spat, throwing her nightgown on the bed.

"Exactly," he yelled, stopping his pacing long enough to shake an offending finger at her.

That really upped Prudence's temper. "I'll have you know I've always acted accordingly and never — I repeat, never—have I acted disgracefully."

"Well tonight certainly proved that it wasn't for lack of trying. You know exactly how to do it."

Prudence marched up in front of him, forcing him once again to stop pacing. She raised her hand and, as she spoke, emphasized each word with a poke to his hard chest. "You have no room to talk. You behaved like a raging, jealous husband tonight, an uncalled for exhibition of your insecurity. You just didn't want the mighty Zac Stewart's, infamous gunslinger’s image to be marred. After all, how would it look for his wife to do as she pleased? Not to jump when he ordered. Not to sit when he commanded. You're a self-centered bore."

Zac was looking down at her rather chillingly. "Are you finished?"

"No," she said, her tone lacking the confidence it had had when she started her tirade. "You, Mr. Stewart, are no gentleman."

A muscle in Zac's cheek twitched, warning her he was fighting for control. She took a step back, but his hand was too fast. It reached out in a flash and gripped her wrist, dragging her back to him.

"I told you once before I'm no gentleman, and I told you not to call me Mr. Stewart."

Prudence eased her head back away from him, but his other hand grasped a handful of her hair along her nape.

"It's time you learned your lesson, Mrs. Stewart."

While his hand forced her head toward him, his lips came down to meet hers. She had expected urgency, perhaps even brutality, but his kiss was light, merely a whisper. It fanned her lips while his tongue bid entrance to her mouth. It wasn't a demand. It was a request, a sensual request. One she found hard to deny.

His warm lips changed from a whispered touch to a caress, while his tongue slipped in and skimmed the tip of her tongue. As she withdrew hers, so did he. Then his was back again.

This sensuous, teasing game of his was spine-tingling. Her body began to heat, to respond, to want more of what he offered. The movement of his lips now turned from a caress to a pleasurable pressure, and his tongue again sought hers.

Tentatively, it touched hers and withdrew again, but this time Prudence followed. She wanted more, so much more. She caught him as he left her mouth, and with only a bit of hesitancy did she reach out and stop him.

The tip of her tongue teased his with a flicker and slowly she drew him in. They played with each other, mindless of everything but their sensually playful tongues.

His hands slipped around her waist and brought her closer, while her arms went around his neck without pause.

Zac dragged himself away from her mouth. Neither was willing to relinquish the other, but it was necessary for them to breathe. He then kissed her closed eyes, one after the other.

"Your taste is intoxicating," he whispered and kissed the tip of her nose. "I can't get enough of you."

He kissed each cheek, hot and red from their encounter. He kissed along her jaw, beneath her chin, down her neck and up again.

Prudence moaned with regret when he stopped, only to find herself turned around, her body brought solid up against his. His arms wrapped around her so his hands could cup her breasts while he feasted on her ear and neck.

He nibbled at her earlobe and along her neck, raising gooseflesh over her arms and bringing a pitiful moan from deep within her throat.

"You like that, don't you, Pru?"

She only had the strength to give a slight nod and his response was a soft chuckle.

"There’s a lot more to like," he whispered, and his thumb and forefinger pinched softly at her nipple through the cotton material.

"Mmmm," she moaned in pleasure.

"Tell me you want more, Pru. Tell me to go further." He moved his one hand down low over her belly and pushed her back against him.

There was no mistaking that he wanted her, and the thought excited her even more. He actually desired her; she could feel it.

He moved into her, pressing against her skirt while his fingers continued to torment her hardened nipples. "Tell me, Pru. Tell me you want me. Tell me to strip you naked. Tell me to touch you, taste you, take you."

His words burned like fire in her ears and her body. Her legs trembled and she went wet between her legs. She hugged them closed, frightened by how much she needed him.


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