"Joy, Carolee - Wild Angel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Joy Carolee)

Deeper, laying claim to her soul.

She rode the storm with him, struggling to find something she'd never known until pleasure burst through her in wave after wave of blinding light. Feeling bound to him in a way she never would have believed possible, she wrapped her arms around him and held on. An instant later, he groaned, pushed deep enough inside to touch her heart, then collapsed on top of her.

Little minx. Drowsy from the booze and sex, Joshua Bellinghausen shifted the sleeping woman closer, rubbed his cheek against her soft hair and drifted. Despite how he'd probably feel in the cold, sober light of day, at this moment, emptiness clawing at his soul, he knew she was worth every penny.

And then some, he realized as desire flared to life once again when she wriggled her curvy buttocks against his erection.

One more time. He needed to lose himself inside her sweet softness just once more. Maybe then he'd forget everything else he'd lost.

One more time. What could it hurt? She'd agreed to spend the night. He intended to enjoy every minute of it.

He slid his hand between her legs, stroking, testing. She murmured something, turned her head and started to shift to her back. Joshua pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Don't move, sugar. I want to feel you like this."

She pressed her derriere more firmly against him and sighed, a sleepy little sound of acquiescence.

He rocked against her, savoring the tease of her flesh against his.

It wasn't enough. He needed in. Now. He groped behind him on the nightstand and withdrew an empty packet. Then another. And another.

Damn. He really should .... Ellie moved back and forth against him, rubbing until he thought he'd explode. For a woman who had acted like she didn't quite know where to put a condom, she sure caught on fast.

One more time. What could it hurt?

Wedging his knee between hers, he positioned himself and eased inside. Sweet heaven, she was hot and tight as if she'd been created just for him, for this moment. She wiggled around him and whimpered when he withdrew partway, then sighed when he glided in deeper.

Just for a moment. Then he'd stop, see if he could find-He couldn't remember. Wanting to linger over each tantalizing stroke, but not being able to, he wrapped his arm around her waist and buried himself. Then did it again. And again. Ellie tightened around him and cried out. He ignited. Knowing he should withdraw, he couldn't, driven by a demon stronger than rational thought.

Pulling her tight, he spilled into her as the last tremors of her climax faded. Nothing in his life had ever felt so damn good.

One last time. What could it hurt?

Ellie woke, the weight of the slumbering man squeezing the breath from her. She shifted around, and the pressure eased as he rolled to his side. Gradually the events of the night drifted past the barrier of sleep. What was she doing? He was finally asleep and instead of leaving the way she'd planned, she now curled around him like a kitten.

And that dream. The pleasure still lingered, doused only by the returning sense of shame. If he weren't snoring enough to wake everyone in the Lamplighter Inn, she'd be certain he'd been awake earlier and claimed her one time more than she'd counted.

If only her future held someone as enticing as Joshua. If only she could turn in his embrace, cuddle closer and share the dawn with him. Weak light spilled in through the cracks of the draperies.

Daylight. Jenna had been waiting for her for hours. What was she going to think?

Cautiously lifting the sheet, Ellie eased away and slid out of bed. Joshua continued to snore. Thank goodness he slept like the dead. When he finally fell asleep that is. She'd thought he'd never quit. If the man could make love like that when he was drunk, she was certain she didn't have the stamina to see him when he was sober.

She longed for a shower and glanced at Joshua. Making any noise at all was too risky. Pulling a crushed windbreaker suit from her tote bag, she quickly dressed. Crawling on the floor, she gathered up panties and high heels, then removed her clothes from the chair and stuffed them into the bag.

The money. Although she didn't like the way it made her feel, she'd be damned if she'd leave without the money he promised.

She was damned, anyway. What had she done, giving herself to someone she didn't even know?

Wistful, she fingered the pocket watch. It looked something like the one her grandfather had carried. Her cowboy was obviously as sentimental as he was practical. She tentatively poked at the gun. He seemed like such a sweet guy, why did he carry a gun?