Courting Kate
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She lit the lamp and turned it down to a soft glow.
He sighed with relief. At least if he could see, he could prepare himself to resist her. He heard a soft rustling.
Then she stepped into the light.
Resist her? Ha! She wasn’t wearing a stitch.
He groaned. He almost wished she had left the room dark.
With a smile as old as Eve’s, she pulled the pins from her hair and shook it free. It tumbled in a shining mass over her shoulders. She walked toward him. “Now, where was I?”
Under her questing lips and mouth, Tanner thought he would surely lose his mind. “Kate, honey, please have mercy.”
“Mercy?” She straddled him and leaned forward. “I understand you don’t want to marry me now, and that’s all right.” She kissed him, long and deep.
His head reeling, Tanner tried to concentrate on the rest of what she was saying, but it wasn’t easy. Especially when the cherry tip of her breast jutted, tempted, teased him—just out of reach.
“But I’m not leaving this mountain, Tanner Blaine. If you take me to town, I’ll come right back. Whether you like it or not, I intend to be your woman. I’ll cook, clean your house, wash your clothes, and take care of your brothers.”
“I’ll also be warming your bed each night,” she whispered. She lifted her hips and settled over him, taking him deep inside her. She kissed him again, her tongue moving in rhythm with her body.
“And I’ll be bearing your children. So you may as well get used to having me around.”
“Don’t I have any say in the matter?” he managed to croak when she gave him the chance.
“Talk away.” But she didn’t stop what she was doing to listen.
He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t even think. He’d probably be better off keeping his mouth shut. It was always the talking that got him into trouble, anyway. Besides, if he said anything, she might quit. He didn’t plan to say a word.
She brought him to the pinnacle, then she stopped. “Well, Mr. Blaine?”
“Kate, I’ll do anything you say, just untie me.”
“I thought you’d see things my way.” She leaned forward and untied his hands, then she twisted and loosened the strands holding his feet. “One’s caught on your splint.”
“Never mind about that,” he said. Unable to wait, he pulled her down on him and loved her as well as he was able to under the circumstances. But he noticed she wasn’t voicing any complaints.
When it was over and she snuggled next to him, he wondered how he could ever have thought he could let her go. It would be like cutting out his heart.
He had been wrong about Kate. Despite her size and fragile appearance, she had proved to be a woman of both strength and determination. He nuzzled the top of her head and grinned. And since she seemed so determined to have him, how could he refuse?
He kissed her forehead. “I’m no prize, you know.”
“I know. But you’ll learn,” she said, flashing him an impish grin. “And when you get ornery...”
“Two can play at that game, Miss Deveraux.” Before she could move, he had her hands and feet tied to the bed. Then he slowly, thoroughly tormented her the same way she had him. His heart filled with love, he gazed at the panting woman beneath him.
“Tanner, please.”
“Not until you agree to marry me.”
“Anything.”
“When?”
“Whenever you say,” she gasped.
“How about Sunday?”
She frowned. “That’s day after tomorrow. I need more time than that.”
“Sunday week, then.”
“Fine. Now—”
“Sunday week it is.” He untied the fastenings. “Now come here, woman, and give me some proper loving.”
“Proper?” She arched a brow. “All of this is highly improper, Mr. Blaine.”
She sat up on the side of the bed. “I have to make plans. Let’s see we... need to make invitations, and maybe Jeanne would bake the cake....”
“Talkin’ again.” He silenced her with kisses. “Now about those children...”
“What about them?”
“I’d like at least six. Three boys and three girls.”
“I was hoping for a dozen,” she murmured, pulling him down on the bed.
His passion rising, Tanner hoped those children didn’t come along too soon—he wanted some time to have Kate all to himself. And when they do come...
She kissed him.
...I’ll have to add onto the house and...
She kissed him again.
...Make a few improvements.... What else?...
She let out an exasperated sigh.
First, I better send for the preacher before she changes her mind.
“Thinking again?” she asked, peering up at him.
He grinned.
“You can think tomorrow.” She pulled his head down and whispered against his lips. “Now about that proper loving...”
“Bossy female.” Tanner took her in his arms, content to let her have her way.
– THE END –
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