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He held her against him—one hand in her silken red hair, his other arm around her back—and after a moment, she began to melt, moaning, her hands coming up to grasp his tunic as if she were falling.

The joining of their mouths sent him spiraling downward into an abyss so wide and so deep he knew it would be bottomless. He struggled for purchase, desperate to pull away, but the blaze of desire was so huge and dark and consuming that it pulled him in until retreat was impossible, unimaginable.

Her lips opened at his urging and then he was part of her, intimately, his tongue finding hers, thrusting softly, then aggressively, while he held her head still with his hand. Their tongues and tastes and hungers mingled until he felt himself shaking with the force of it, his body aflame like newly forged steel, hers a tender branch that went up like tinder. They burned one another, consumed all air, all breath, all life… all. Keep reading

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Lucas went over to the bed, pulling it across the dirt floor, closer to the stove. He picked up his coat and the icy blankets, and hung them on the foot of the iron bedstead to dry.

Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. “You probably should get out of those damp clothes.”

He said it casually, as if it were a simple and sensible idea, not shocking at all. And suddenly Annie realized what else being stranded here meant.

It meant spending the night alone with him. Several nights.

With no bars between them.

He hung up his shirt on the bed. Annie remained right where she was. In the corner. Fully clothed in her freezing, clinging dress and undergarments. Watching him.

The muscles of his back and arms flexed in the lamplight as he unrolled the mattress, spreading the coverlet out across it. Along with the quilt. There weren’t any pillows. He sat on the bed and took off his boots. Then he lay down and stretched out on his back with a muffled groan.

“What are you doing?” She still hadn’t moved.

“Going to sleep,” he said as if it should be obvious, sliding beneath the quilt and rolling on his side.

Annie frowned. So he intended to take the bed and all the covers? But then, she thought grudgingly, he needed them more than she did, since he was the one who’d been shot.

She started looking around, trying to think of where she was going to sleep. The moth-eaten animal pelts hanging on the walls didn’t hold much appeal as blankets. And the freezing cold floor wasn’t much of a choice.

“Are you coming to bed or not?”

Her stomach flipped at his grumbled question. She turned her head and stared at him blankly, her heart beating too hard. “You mean I… we… we’re both going to…” Heat flooded her cheeks. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marshal.” Keep reading