Diana Palmer Wyoming Men 04 Wyoming Strong

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Her face went white. She recalled vividly what had happened between them.
I didn t penetrate you. But I didn t have to. I was right against you when I came, he whispered.
That couldn t happen, she began.
It did happen, in fact, to a friend of mine in basic training. He and his girl were religious. No sex
before marriage. But they played around, the way we did last night. She became pregnant while she
was still, technically, a virgin. Fortunately for her, he did know some basic anatomy. They got
married. They have four kids now.
Her mind was spinning. She could get pregnant. Her hand went to her stomach. She didn t know
whether to laugh or cry. He d hate her even more if that happened. She winced.
We ll handle it, he said firmly. Whatever happens. But you listen to me. He tilted her face up to
his piercing blue eyes. It takes two people to make a baby. So just one shouldn t make a decision that
affects both parents. Do you understand?
She swallowed. Yes.
You tell me, one way or the other, he said. I won t forget, and I won t forgive.
She drew in a shaky breath. Okay.
He touched her flushed cheek. When was your last period?
She bit her lip.
When, Sara?
Two weeks ago.
Damn!
He turned back to the quiche and didn t say another word. He was in agony. He d done something
incredibly stupid out of uncontrollable passion and abstinence and she d have to pay for it. Whatever
they decided to do about it, if she got pregnant, it should never have happened. But he hadn t been
playing around. He d wanted her to the point of madness. Even without the ultimate act of love, it had
been more satisfying than any physical pleasure he d ever had in his life. He d had an orgasm with
her, from what was basically heavy petting. And she d had nothing, except insults and humiliation.
I really should let your brother shoot me, he muttered.
She didn t know what to say. He looked shattered. She didn t know what to do, either. She would
have wanted his child, if he d shown the least interest in having it. But he only wanted to know if she
got pregnant. She was certain that he didn t want to be tied to her for the next eighteen years. He d
want a termination.
It was just one more horrible complication from a situation that she could have prevented by just
saying she didn t want to go home with him.
I didn t even try to say no, she said aloud, in a haunted tone.
We re both human, he said quietly. I wanted you to the point of madness. I think you wanted me
just as much.
At first, she agreed.
He whisked the eggs and set them aside while he made a crust. You were a virgin, he said heavily.
I did things to you... He ground his teeth together. It should have been with some kind young man,
someone with a loving family. A man who d cherish you, give you children, grow old with you. His
eyes glittered. I m thirty-seven years old. You re barely twenty-four, he bit off. Almost another
generation from me.
She looked up at him, not seeing his age, only how handsome, how virile, he was. I could never let
any other man touch me like that, she confessed, and lowered her eyes before she saw the utter shock
in his. So what does age really matter?
He turned toward her, his hands caked in flour. No other man? Ever?
She shook her head. Only you. That way.
His high cheekbones flushed. That just makes it worse.
She looked up into tormented Arctic-blue eyes. It was my fault, too.
He actually winced.
She had to look away. Her whole body felt tight when he looked at her that way. She folded her
arms over her breasts.
He didn t say another word.
* * *
THEY ATE QUICHE and the delicate crepes and ate a perfect cr�me br�l�e for dessert.
You should open a restaurant, Barbara enthused when they were stacking dishes in the
dishwasher. I ve never had better food.
He laughed softly. I love to cook. One thing foster homes all have in common is that mostly the
food is inedible. I got tired of it, so I found a woman who could cook and had her teach me.
Foster homes? Barbara asked.
He nodded. But he didn t volunteer any more information. Neither did Sara, who knew a lot more
about his past than anyone else did.
* * *
AFTER SUPPER, BARBARA found a movie she wanted to watch. Wolf went outside with Sara to watch a
meteor shower that had been advertised earlier on the news. She was wearing one of Wolf s leather
jackets. He d insisted, because she hadn t asked Barbara to bring her a coat. The weather was
unseasonably cold.
The radiant is in the northeast, there, he indicated, pointing up.
You know a lot about this.
I have a Schmidt-Cassegrain telescope, he confessed. With a ten-inch aperture. It s up in the attic.
I never take it out because it s a lonely business, watching for celestial events by yourself.
I have a reflector telescope, she confessed. I don t use it for the same reason.
You should come over here once in a while and we ll watch meteor showers together.
That would be nice.
I d do anything in the world to make it up to you, you know, he said after a minute. You re the
only confidant I ve ever had. I don t trust people. It s hard to share things, especially unpleasant
things, from the past.
I know.
Do you think you can forgive it? he asked.
She felt the tautness of his body beside her. He was almost vibrating while he waited for her to
reply.
I can forgive it, she said.
His posture seemed to relax. In your place, I don t know that I could.
You didn t know, she said. I couldn t tell you all of it. She snuggled down into the jacket. It
smelled of him. It was warm and pleasant. I overreacted.
I came on like a runaway train, he confessed. I got drunk on you. It hurt that I went in headfirst,
after what I d been through, that I couldn t control what I felt. I took it out on you.
But isn t that what happens to men? she faltered.
Until Ysera came along, there had never been a woman who could make me lose control.
She wondered about that. It seemed strange.
He shifted and turned toward her. There was just enough light from the windows to let him see her
face. One of my foster mothers tried to seduce me. I was twelve. She liked young boys. He bit his
lip. I couldn t control it. I was so ashamed. She tried to tell me that it was natural, but then her
husband came in and... He turned away.
I hope you told Emma all that, she said.
I can t tell Emma the things I can tell you, he said heavily.
Her small hand slid into his big one. She felt the shock of it as he tensed. But his fingers curled
around hers hungrily.
So I spent the next twenty years trying not to lose control with women.
On top of that, it must have been devastating, what happened with her.
Devastating. His fingers entwined with hers. Want to hear something funny?
What?
His hand contracted. I had the first orgasm of my life last night.
She was glad that it was dark.
He turned and looked down. Are you flaming red?
Yes. Don t look.
He laughed very softly. We have such intimate memories for two enemies, don t we? he mused.
I shouldn t tease you. His hand contracted. But it s the truth. I didn t know it was possible, pleasure
like that.
She swallowed. Neither did I, she confessed in a whisper.
He bent down and laid his forehead against hers. I made you come, too, he whispered. Over and
over again. I watched you.
You mustn t...!
Your face was the most beautiful sight I d ever seen when you went over the edge. When I gave [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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