He plucked a small piece of cloth from a branch near the path and knew instantly it was from her riding outfit. The scent of lilacs still clung to the scrap of fabric. He inhaled the smell as he closed his eyes, relying on his senses, feeling her close to him. He tucked the scrap of cloth into his shirt, and bent over his horse to follow the trail. A few minutes later, he found what he was looking for. A bit of white against the dark needles of the forest floor.
Joseph rapidly dismounted. Ginger was trapped underneath a large branch, which must have fallen suddenly as she rode under it. Her white blouse was like a beacon, allowing him to see her body in the forest’s gloomy shadows. Joseph’s years of tracking game in the woods to provide food for his family worked to his advantage now. A person less skilled in reading the forest would have ridden right past her, unaware there was anyone trapped underneath the huge pine.
“Ginger,” he yelled at the top of his lungs, as the rain continued to pound the earth. “Ginger, are you hurt?”
No sound came from the crumpled form under the branch. She was either unconscious — or dead.
Joseph assessed the situation and plotted the best course of action to remove the branch, which must have weighed hundreds of pounds. Fortunately, the bulk of it had missed Ginger, but it was too heavy for him to pluck off her. With the rain still pounding relentlessly, he unfurled his rope from the saddle. He quickly tied one end around the branch and the other end around the saddle horn. Speaking quietly to Midnight, he slowly began backing up the horse, until the branch was pulled out of the way. Joseph let the line go slack as he dismounted and rushed toward Ginger again, using all his strength to tear the remaining branches away.
His hands slid over her body, checking for broken bones. He took a deep breath when he could find no outward signs of injury, although she was burning up with fever. His heartbeat slowly returned to normal. She was unconscious, but he could detect no skeletal damage. He untied his rope, and then carefully picked Ginger up off the soggy ground. He cradled her in one arm as he swung himself back into his saddle and rewound the rope.
While riding over the course route yesterday, he had spied a small hunter’s cabin not far from their location. It would not be much, but it could provide shelter until the rain stopped, so he headed Midnight in the direction of the cabin. He knew Ginger should be tended to by a doctor, but he worried more about the amount of time she’d already been exposed to the elements. It seemed imperative to get her to immediate shelter.
Several minutes later, he kicked open the door of the tiny cabin and laid Ginger on a bunk in the small, dusty room. There was a stash of dry wood in the cabin, so he started a fire to remove the chill from the room. He found several blankets and wrapped a couple of them tightly around Ginger, while he rubbed her arms and legs to promote blood circulation. He brushed her hair away from her face with gentle movements and dried it with another blanket. He ran the cloth over her face, drying it, too.
As his large hands moved over her, he sighed. She was safe now. He could breathe again. He cupped her face in one hand, leaned down, and allowed himself the small luxury of kissing the lips that had haunted him for weeks. Chastising himself for his weakness, he straightened back up again. There was much to do. She was still in danger from exposure to the elements. He must get her warmed up.
He added more wood to the fire. He had to take care of his horse, too, which he’d left standing in the rain. He picked up another blanket and went outside again. He led Midnight onto the small covered porch where the horse could at least get some shelter from the storm, and tied him there. He removed the saddle and rubbed Midnight down with the blanket.
“Good job, Midnight. We found her. Migwetch, my friend.” He pulled an apple from his saddlebag and fed it to the horse.
When he went back into the cabin, Ginger was still unconscious. She was shivering violently, and he knew he had to get her out of her wet clothing if she was to get warm. He tugged on her muddy riding boots and pulled them and her stockings off, then dried her feet. In an attempt to protect her modesty, he undressed her while she lay under the blankets. Her tailored, close-fitting jacket was the first to go. He held her in a sitting position while he worked her arms out of one tight sleeve, then the other.
Throwing the sodden jacket to the floor, he pulled her white blouse out of her riding skirt. As he unbuttoned the blouse, his hand moved over the swell of her breasts, and he groaned as he steeled his mind to accomplish his task. Her damp blouse finally was unbuttoned and he again pulled one arm at a time out of the garment before he dropped it to the floor.
His hand returned to her waist as he unhooked the skirt. His callused hands caressed the smooth curve of her hips as he pulled the full skirt down and off her legs. He lingered over his task for a moment longer than he needed to, enjoying the feel of her body in his hands. Like a man coming out of a dream, he shook himself from his trance and divested her of the remainder of her outer clothing with relative ease.
It was the undergarments that caused a problem. He was not accustomed to the fancy under things these Easterners wore, and he had no idea how to unclasp them, especially without looking at them. Taking a deep breath, he removed the covers from Ginger — and what he observed made his mouth water.
She was quite simply magnificent. Creamy skin with a sprinkling of tiny freckles dotted the landscape of her upper body. The corset she was wearing pushed her bosom up, enhancing her cleavage. His eyes raked over her curves for a moment, and the image was burned into his mind forever. He turned her over gently and undid the binding, releasing the wet undergarment. As her breasts tumbled free of their constraints, Joseph’s heart leaped. He yearned to cup one in his hand, but knew any dalliance was dangerous in more ways than one. He still needed to strip off her bloomers, and whatever else was on her bottom half of her body and warm her, or she might catch a dreadful cold — or worse. With a blanket he dried the top half of her body.
He finally finished removing all her garments and wrapped her naked form back into the blankets. He laid each article of her clothing near the fire, which was now roaring. The small room was beginning to heat up — as were Joseph’s thoughts. He ran his hand lightly over Ginger’s beautiful hair just as she shivered again, and moaned softly. Cursing himself as some kind of fool, he removed his wet deerskin shirt and leggings, draped them over the hearth, and lay down beside her. As he took her into his arms in an attempt to warm her more quickly with his body heat, he whispered words of endearment into her hair, praying to his mother’s gods as well as to his father’s God she would wake up soon.
The feel of her skin against his was almost his undoing. Accustomed to always keeping his emotions hidden, he now let them surface as he held his beloved for the first time. As his senses reveled in delight, he was surprised to realize, although she was much smaller than him, they fit together beautifully. He drew her head under his chin as he pulled her closer, wrapped his arms around hers, and threw one leg over her hips. He ran his rough hands up and down her arms, hoping to get her blood flowing to her extremities faster. While he was relishing the sensation of lying next to the one woman he loved more than life itself, he knew if he did not get out from under the covers soon, he would never be able to.
Chapter Twenty-One
Joseph had managed, with his body heat, to get Ginger to stop shaking during the night. But being so close to her, feeling her soft breasts against his naked chest, and luxuriating in the rise and fall of her body as she took each breath was torment for him. For his own safety, as soon as he got her warmed, he left the bed and dressed, but stayed by her side, indulging himself by watching every flicker of her eyelids and listening to every small sigh from her lovely mouth. A mouth he wanted to possess again and again.
Since the day they first met, he felt he could only sneak quick glances at her. Basil had warned him not to touch her, and he was trying with all his might not to betray his
best friend. But now, after a long night of watching her and worrying about her, he realized this small woman had wound herself around his heart.
Slowly, Ginger awoke. Joseph watched her eyes moving under her lids as she struggled to wake up. Breathing a sigh of relief, he gazed at her as she blinked and looked around the strange room, lit only by the glow of a small fire. She attempted to sit upright, but fell back again. She grabbed her head, as if to slow its spinning.
Joseph sat beside her. “It is all right, little one. You are safe now.”
“Where am I? What happened?” Ginger tried to focus on Joseph’s dark eyes as the dizziness passed.
“I found you in the woods, where a tree branch had fallen on you. Your horse came back to the stables by himself, so we sent out parties of men looking for you. I found you and brought you here to get out of the rain. We are in a hunter’s cabin in the middle of the forest.”
Ginger jumped as Joseph laid his large hand on her forehead. “Your fever has gone down. This is a good sign. How does the rest of your body feel? I checked for broken bones and could not find any.”
Ginger slid her hands under the covers and ran them up and down her body, realizing for the first time she was naked. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
“Did you remove my clothes?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “They were soaking wet, and I had to get you warmed up.”
Ginger’s blush rose from her toes to her cheeks, which became inflamed with color. She stared up at him again and gasped. “You threatened me on our fateful day in the livery, saying you would like to strip me of my bloomers and have your way with me. Did you ravage me?” She squeaked out the question.
“You were unconscious, and ill. I would not take advantage of you under such circumstances.”
“Damn,” she whispered. She pummeled her hands on the covers. Then she smiled up at him.
“But I’m awake and well now.” She let the covers slip from her shoulders as she tried once again to sit up.
He pulled the covers up over her. “Awake, but still ill. We will head back to the house at first light.”
“Good. I’m still so tired.” She lowered herself back to the bunk.
“You must not sleep again. You were knocked out, and now you must stay awake for a few hours, until we can return to the house.”
Ginger gave Joseph what she hoped was a coquettish smile. “Then it will be up to you to keep me awake somehow. And if you refuse to seduce me, and destroy my reputation so I’ll be forced to marry you, I guess we’ll be reduced to having conversation. Tell me about the race. Did Midnight win? I’m so disappointed I missed it.”
“Yes, Midnight came in first. William’s horse stepped into a woodchuck hole during the last section of the course, and broke his leg. William had to put him down.”
Ginger gasped. “Oh, the poor horse. William must be so upset.”
“You might say so. He is lodging a protest with the authorities about the outcome.”
“Why? Isn’t it enough his horse had to be put down? What a waste of good horseflesh.”
“He is accusing me of digging the holes.”
Ginger snorted. “What a ridiculous notion. And what a ridiculous man. Well, I’m glad you won fair and square, and anything William says or does will only show what a sore loser he is.” She sat up straighter in the bed and pulled the blankets to her shoulders.
“I don’t want to talk about William, though. I want to talk about you. Tell me about your life in St. Louis. All I know about you is that you and your family raise horses. Where do you find them? Do you race those you don’t sell, or breed a line of champions? I know so little of your life there.”
He shrugged. “It is not such an exciting life. There are no formal balls or affairs, like here. Most of the work we do is hard and dirty. We chase wild horses, mostly, catch and break them, and then sell them to the settlers who are traveling west.”
Ginger drew her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them. “It sounds exciting to me! What kind of profit margin do you have on each horse you sell?”
As he stared at her, she shrugged her shoulders and continued, “I am good with numbers. And I’m curious about your business, and would like to explore ways to make it more profitable. It’s what I do. Didn’t Basil tell you I’ve been working with Father and Halwyn at the bank for some time now?”
“He did tell me. And my reply was to say women belonged in the home, not in a bank.”
Ginger pounded her hands on the bed, and her green eyes sparkled. “This is exactly the kind of backwards thinking Amelia Bloomer and I are trying to change. Would you rather I was home, barefoot and pregnant?”
Her eyes blazed at him. His eyes blazed back, not in anger, but in lust.
His quiet reply spoke volumes between them. “I would let you wear moccasins.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Without speaking, she opened the covers and stretched out her arms to him. He groaned as he drank in the sight of her, like a man dying of thirst. He closed the gap between them and lost himself in her warm embrace. His hands slid over her breasts as he finally took one of them in his hand and lowered his mouth to kiss its tip.
Joseph was drowning in a sea of delicious torment. He wanted to touch every part of her body as fast as he could, yet he wanted to take his time with her and explore every inch of her luscious body. He had an urgent need to press his finger in the dimples he had spotted on her derriere when he took off her bloomers. He wanted to run his thumb along her instep and the back of her knee, just to see her response to her touch. He cupped her upturned face in the palm of his hand and blew a light breath up her nostrils, much like he did with his horses to gain their trust. He captured her mouth in a long kiss, his tongue flicking against her lips until she opened her mouth to him. His tongue greedily entered, and then withdrew, only to enter again, setting up a ritualistic rhythm. He smiled in satisfaction as she gave a small moan of delight.
He wanted to do the same with the rest of her body, and touch her in a way no man had done. To be the one to bring her to her first orgasm and to watch her eyes fog over in ecstasy. He wanted to be the first, and the only man to teach her the ways of sexual fulfillment. But for now, he slowed the pace of his heart, and his thoughts, and enjoyed the leisurely exploration of the woman who had so long been denied to him.
His hands recaptured her breasts as his mouth continued to ply hers. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, causing her to catch her breath. She innocently arched her body up to him, granting him even greater access. She pulled him nearer and returned his kisses. Her moans of delight became louder as he once again moved his mouth to a nipple and resumed the same sensual rhythm he had been using on her mouth. As her passion rapidly mounted, he backed off from his exploration of her breast.
Her moan of dismay made him smile.
“Be patient, ma petite.”
He ran his hands up her body to her face and kissed her again. His gentle kisses continued, first very slow and light as a feather, then intensifying in force and duration, until he sensed her heat rising once more. He backed off again, teasing and tormenting her, as well as himself. He wanted them both to remember this night forever.
He positioned his leg between her thighs, and began to lightly pulse his thigh against her sweet spot. The deerskin of his leggings added an extra tactile sensation and she began to react to the motion Joseph was setting for her. She wrapped her thighs around his leg and rose up to meet him each time he pressed against her. Her moans became louder and more insistent. Feeling her body tightening, he glanced at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was running her tongue over her lips.
“Open your eyes, ma petite. I want to watch you.”
Her green eyes locked with his brown ones and he watched them go wide with pleasure and then cloud ove
r. She moaned one final time, and her body shuddered. She released the blanket from her fists as her body relaxed into a puddle of satiation.
As her breathing returned to normal, she pulled Joseph close again. “Is it always like this? This lovemaking?”
He smiled. “Most of the time I would have my clothes off as well, which would make it much better.”
“Oh, having you naked too would make it better. Shall we try again?” She began to tug on his shirt. He laughed, and kissed her again. “I think you need a few minutes.” His kisses were gentle, but he never stopped touching her.
She gazed lovingly up at him. “Tell me, Joseph, what does the word ‘Giz-ah-gin’ mean? I know some of the French language, but I have never heard of it.”
“How do you know that word?”
“You whispered it to me during the night, sometime. I woke up a little and felt you next to me, whispering softly, the word ‘gizahgin’ over and over. Is it Canadian, or something?”
His lips curved up slightly. “Or something. It, ah ... it means ‘I love you.’”
Ginger’s breath caught in her throat. “Do you mean it, or were you just saying it to get me to wake up?”
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Gizahgin,” he murmured, taking her in his arms again.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him close to her.
Just then, the door crashed against the wall, and Basil stormed into the room.
As Ginger screamed, Joseph rolled out of the bed and landed on his feet, like a cat. He stood protectively over Ginger, who had drawn the covers up to her neck. Basil surveyed the room with Ginger’s clothing laid out near the fire. He ran his hand through his hair and then locked his angry stare on Joseph.
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