by Arlene James
Crystal smiled and pulled him to her, to press herself against him and to find the rapture of his mouth.
"I take it that's a yes," he laughed when she at last released him.
"That is a definite yes!" she said firmly.
Again he slid his long, strong arms about her, and she recognized that special glint in his eyes.
"Uh, but I think we had best leave off the rest until I'm in a little better shape. Ooh!" she moaned, stretching her arms out over his broad shoulders. "That is one heavy horse!"
He chuckled and breathed out a theatrical sigh, his mouth twitching in a sly smile. "Okay. Mark one more for the city girl," he capitulated with a wink. "But I'm warning you, the very minute you get out of that bed, there's going to be a wedding around here, and then…" He paused to nip playfully at her ear with his teeth, sending little shivers of promise through her willing body. "I'll have you in my bed, just the way I want!"
"And therefore out of your mind?" she teased.
"Oh, no," he promised huskily. "Never. Beautiful city girl, you will be in my mind—and my heart— forever."