The Renegade Cowboy Returns. Tina Leonard
kissed his way down her stomach to her navel.
Gently, slowly, he removed her panties, kissing her there as thoroughly as he’d kissed her lips. She cried out, never imagining such pleasure existed, and when it seemed she couldn’t take anymore and grabbed his shoulders for the pleasure of it all, he rose and slowly sank inside her.
It hurt, God it hurt, and she swallowed the cry she nearly uttered.
“Are you okay?” Gage asked.
“Yes,” Chelsea whispered. But he knew anyway, because she was lying completely, rigidly still under him. So he rolled over and pulled her on top of him, holding her, and as the storm flashed light and fury through the windows, Chelsea knew she’d been right to wait for the only man of her impossible dreams.
* * *
“HOW ARE YOU DOING?” Gage asked, leaning over to kiss her lips about an hour later, after they’d dozed a little. Chelsea had stunned him. He’d never expected her to be a virgin. She was too pretty to have never had a boyfriend. Then he remembered that she’d mentioned she’d spent years taking care of her mother, and everything made sense.
“I’m fine,” Chelsea said. She nuzzled his neck. “I think I could be better, though.”
“Tell me how, doll.”
His voice sounded rough in the darkness, though he’d tried to keep the moment light. The last thing he wanted was for the electricity to come back on and her to be embarrassed by their lovemaking.
“Like this,” Chelsea said, moving on top of him.
His breath caught, and his body was instantly awake, roaring like a tiger. She was hot and tight and wet, and the crazy best part was that she wanted him.
Not half as much as he wanted Red right now. If she was game, he’d aim to please.
He grabbed another condom from his wallet on the nightstand.
“Come here, beautiful,” he said, kissing her, turning her onto her back and moving inside her. He hesitated, waiting for her to clench up again with pain, but when she didn’t, he began long, slow strokes to get her to the place he was already. At long last, he could tease her nipples, kiss them to his heart’s content. “Ever since I saw these, I wanted them,” he told her, his voice husky and tight like it hadn’t been since he was a teenager.
Chelsea moaned in response, reaching for what she didn’t know was out there, on the edge of pleasure. “Relax,” he whispered, “I’ve got you.” And moving inside her more swiftly, he listened for the sounds he needed to hear, letting him know he was pleasing her. When she suddenly went over the edge, crying out his name, Gage was startled. Burying his face in her neck, he said, “Chelsea, Chelsea,” over and over again like a drowning man, and when he felt her wetness washing over him, he let go, sinking into her accepting body, knowing somehow that everything he’d ever thought and ever wanted in life had just changed, miraculously, and completely beyond his control.
Chapter Eight
As Ellen had predicted, the “juice” had not come back on by daybreak. Gage was gone when Chelsea finally stirred. She grabbed a quick, satisfying shower, grateful that the small cottage had gas heat. She wished she’d been awake when Gage had gotten up—but waking up with him would have been awkward, too.
He’d probably thought to spare her.
Thing was, she didn’t regret last night. And if he was worried about her not understanding his feeling about no relationships in his life, he needn’t be. She pulled on her jeans and shoes, fluffed her hair to dry it a bit, and told herself she’d never had a long-term relationship, and now wasn’t the time for her to start. She couldn’t even be sure she’d get her green card. Her mother needed her, and she had a deadline looming.
Clearly, this was not the time for romance.
Not to mention she was pretty certain Gage had a daughter who wouldn’t accept a woman in her father’s life easily. Chelsea couldn’t blame her.
She went to find Gage, not surprised to see him outside with Ellen, looking over some tall, wide pens.
“I just can’t part with any of my birds right now,” the breeder said. “Good morning, Chelsea.”
Gage gave her a slow, sexy smile that flipped her heart, then went back to his conversation. “I believe, Ms. Ellen, you might have known that you couldn’t part with any last night.”
Chelsea’s jaw dropped. They had gotten taken for a night of room rental—and had taken full advantage of the moment to be alone. She blushed, knowing Jonas was going to be plenty annoyed when they returned without the colorful, beautiful peacocks he envisioned for Rancho Diablo.
“I said I’d think about it,” Ellen said, her tone defensive. “The problem is that it’s breeding season, as you might have heard last night.”
They had heard the loud calls of the peacocks searching for partners. Chelsea found herself blushing again, remembering that Gage had said he was glad he didn’t have to make those kinds of noises to get his lady into bed. And then he’d made slow, sweet love to her, feeding her a strawberry and making good use of the strawberry oil on the gilt tray, murmuring that she was his own delicious—
“What do you think, Chelsea?” Gage asked.
Her gaze snapped to his. “I think Miss Ellen has a point about waiting until after breeding season. We don’t have a pen yet, and it would give us time to build one. We could come back at the end of the summer, say, September, and get a pair of peacocks then.”
Nodding, Gage glanced at Ellen. “Works for me.”
“Well,” she said, pretending to think over the proposition, “I would feel better if you had your pens built. And once the ladies are done nesting, it wouldn’t be harmful to transport them so far. Where’d you say you’re from?”
“Hell’s Colony,” Gage stated.
“That’s what I thought you said.” She gave him a sharp eying. “I knew a man from New Mexico who wanted peacocks. I didn’t like him. Didn’t trust him with my birds.”
Gage smiled reassuringly. “Glad you like us, then.”
Ellen hesitated. “There aren’t that many people in the market for peafowl. So I have to be careful.”
Chelsea saw that the woman had her radar up for trouble. Nothing good could come of her asking more questions. “We’d like to make a fifty percent deposit, Ms. Smithers, and then pay the other half when we receive our pair. Would that suit you?”
Gage pulled out his wallet, retrieving green bills that caught Ellen’s gaze.
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