Page 63 of Wanted by the Lawman

CHAPTER 20

FUCK! HE WASN’T going to come out of this situation unscathed. Zander knew he needed to sleep, but he couldn’t resist watching Wynn resting peacefully. She looked like an angel. Laying on her side, her cheek was pressed against her hands clasped in a prayer-like pose against the pillow. Her knees were tucked up against her naked chest and her satin smooth bottom was exposed. He had to smile at the vixen.

Every once in a while, she would whimper something inaudible and wiggle her tight bottom as if she were nestling in a cloud. That unaware move on her part was comparable to her reaching down and grasping his balls in a delicate clutch. Having her here in his bed, sleeping with him, seemed right. He liked being here, having her close. She could easily be a great bed partner. He reached down and took a tendril of her hair and rolled it around his finger.

He roved his gaze along her arms, visually taking in each feminine dip and curve of her lush body. He had feelings for her—strong, powerful, overwhelming feelings that he’d never felt, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

Bending to kiss Wynn on the temple, she let out a soft whimper. It swarmed his body with emotion. Was she real? Could she possibly be as sweet as she seemed? Could she be happy here, with him, not just temporarily, but forever? The questions tumbled through his head until he finally fell asleep.

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Wynn felt a nuzzle on her cheek and she blinked her eyes open, meeting the sexy, warm gaze of her lover. For a second, she worried about morning breath and how her wild hair must look, but when he smiled, she forgot everything but the dimples that bracketed his mouth.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he cooed. He smelled of Irish Spring soap and his hair was damp.

“Morning.” She sunk deeper into the cocoon of the covers, wishing he’d settle back in and hold her.

“I have to get up, but you rest for as long as you’d like. I’ll be leaving in about an hour.”

She lifted her head and positioned herself on her elbow, holding the sheet against her naked breasts. “I should get up too. I told Lanie I would check on her this morning. Do you care if I jump into the shower?”

“Now I wish I would have waited to take mine. Maybe we can try out my shower together another time?” He winked.

Feeling her cheeks flush, she’d like to take him up on his offer right now, but both had a long day ahead of them. She didn’t want to take him away from his duties and she had some shopping to do for the nursery.

She still had no clue what she would do when Rory came back, and it made her sullen. Maybe he’d change his mind. A woman could only hope.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I plan to see you tonight, tomorrow night, and hopefully every other night thereafter.”

Her heart swelled, and her stomach twisted. She felt guilty that she had a secret and she couldn’t share it with him.

In the shower, surrounded by his masculine soap and shampoo, she daydreamed of what it would be like if this was their home together. They could make love every night. Take showers together each morning, then share breakfast before they each went off on their way for the day. She allowed her mind to travel further, into a place where she hadn’t really pondered much. Children. Of course, she wanted one or two if God willing, but all the years before she hadn’t felt like any time was right.

Wetting the washcloth, she soaped it with the bar and ran the soft cloth over her arms and chest. She was sore in places that she didn’t even know she had until touched by Zander. Last night he’d brought her upstairs and loved her long and hard, and then a second time slow and passionately. Their worries had melted away, but in the light of the day, they were back and she had decisions to make. Whatever tomorrow would bring, yesterday’s and today’s memories would keep her warm on a cold night.

Wynn couldn’t stay in Crooked Creek if Zander would be in trouble’s way. Rory had wrapped himself into danger’s arms and dragged her along with him. Several times she’d wanted to tell Zander, was so close to telling him, but something always stopped that from happening. Would he understand?

It was a lure to go and tell him all her secrets. Just throw caution to the wind and take whatever comes her way. Eventually, if she left, it would all come to the surface.

Dried and dressed, she stepped into the kitchen which was a welcoming place with Zander standing at the counter sipping coffee. His button down was open showing off his broad chest and the waist of his jeans set low on slender hips. His hair was dried, but it was wavy and thick. The entire house was warm and welcoming. The huge log house with exposed oak beams and red brick. Oak flooring and the huge fireplace that covered one small wall. The place was spic and span and she wondered if he had a cleaning lady who came in to take care of the place. No way a man who worked all the time could manage to keep the place clean as well as taking care of the horses.

Susie-Q got up from the rug in front of the fireplace and greeted Wynn and she rewarded the dog with a scratch behind each ear before going to stand at the counter.

“Coffee?” Zander asked.

“Mm. Yes, please.” When he handed her the cup, she took a sip of the strong coffee and savored the taste. The next thing she knew, he took the cup back, pulled her into his arms and kissed her fully until her vagina contracted. “W-what’s that for?” she said on an exhale of breath.

“A beautiful woman deserves a proper good morning. And you, my dear, are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had in my mist.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her and deposited her on the counter. The cold granite seeped through her jeans, but his warmth took up the slack. He bent his head and suckled one breast through the material of her shirt. She giggled and tried to resist, but she’d let this man do anything. “You smell so damn good,” he nuzzled his face between her cotton covered breasts.

“I smell like you.”

“Nope. Much better.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted, his eyes widening at her bare breasts. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“During your haste last night, you ripped the material.”

“I’m sorry. Hope it wasn’t your favorite.”

“It was worth it. I’ve never had a man remove my undergarments with his teeth. That’s a memory I’ll cherish.” She smiled.

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