Page 79 of The Enchanted Land

Let Morgan know how he felt! Yes, he’d tell her. He tell her how much he hated her. He smiled. “Yes, I think you are right. Goodnight, Madame Nicole.”

Nicole laughed when he was gone. She wished she were that young woman. It would be wonderful to hold that man in her arms.

Jeannette blew out the light in Morgan’s room, glad to have finally gotten her to sleep. She closed the door quietly and went downstairs to her own room.

Seth made no sound as he opened the French doors and stepped into the room. Even by moonlight the beauty of the room was obvious. He walked to the dresser and touched her brush and comb, taking his time making his way to the bed.

Her hair was spread all around her and tangled in one fist. She made a little hiccough as she slept, as if she had been crying.

He reached out a hand and touched a golden tress with one finger. It was so soft. He hadn’t remembered how soft her hair was. She moved, kicking the covers below her waist. She had on a satin gown of deep, rich apricot. The ties were loose in front and the fabric gaped open to expose the soft curve of her breast.

Too many things flashed before him: Morgan sunning herself on a rock in the canyon, Morgan cooking his breakfast and then sitting in his lap to feed it to him.

And then the note. Those few words, telling him she loved Joaquín.

Seth’s eyes lost their softness. He put out his hands to clasp her neck, but then stopped. He had loved her, loved her from the first. He had stood back while she made up her mind whether she wanted to be a woman or not. He had waited and watched, for a long time. He had killed three men for her. Cat Man and his two cohorts had been sitting peacefully by their campfire. He had not even given them a chance to go for their guns. He had killed them and ridden away. For her!

He began removing his jacket. When he had removed all his clothes, he lifted the light blanket and climbed into bed with Morgan.

Gently, he began caressing her soft breast. He brought his lips to hers, barely touching their sweetness, then delicately nibbling at her lower lip. In her sleep, Morgan felt the longed-for touch of Seth. She moved against him, parting her lips. The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her lips.

His kisses traced a sensuous path across her cheek to her earlobe. His teeth nipped the tender piece of flesh. “Morgan,” he whispered. She nuzzled closer to him. “Mi querida.” Her eyes opened slowly, languidly, her arms going up to encircle his broad shoulders.

She opened her eyes fully and then opened her mouth to scream. Seth silenced her lips with his own. Her eyes were wild and she began to struggle.

Quickly, he put his fingers over her lips. “Don’t you know your husband?”

She looked at him with astonishment for one long moment and then tears rushed to her eyes. “Seth. I knew it was you. Iknew. Oh, Seth! What happened?” She pulled him to her. “Seth, I love you. I love you so much.” She couldn’t see his jaw clench, his eyes freeze. “Seth … did Joaquín finally admit that he—”

His hand covered her mouth. His eyes were dark with passion. “Later, sweet. Later you can tell me all about it.”

Doubt flickered a warning in her mind. But he was so urgent.

“Have you missed me? Did you think about me?” His hands moved across her body, making her ache with longing. Her arms pulled him closer and she arched against him.

“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered into his ear as she kissed it, pulling the earlobe between her lips.

“You’re eager for me, aren’t you, Morgan?” Again, she had the awful feeling, the doubt. What was strange about Seth?

He removed her gown. Her body screamed for him to take her. His caresses were tantalizing, making her lose her senses. It was as if she were only a body, only desire.

His lips traveled down her neck, the weight of his body pressing on her. Her fingers pulled him closer. He felt her urgency and this made his kisses even slower.

“Seth, Seth,” she moaned over and over.

His lips traveled down her body, across her breasts, one hand holding hers to keep her clutching fingers still, the other softly kneading her inner thigh. His lips traveled down and down, touching all of her.

When he reached her feet, he kissed each of her toes, raking the soft fleshy part against his lower teeth. “Please, Seth, now, now.”

Abruptly, he turned her over, his teeth and tongue and lips making a trail across her smooth, perfect skin.

When he reached her neck, he turned her over and began to make love to her. He kept his lips on hers to still her loud moans. They reached their peaks together.

They lay quietly for a moment, wrapped in ecstasy. Their bodies were one, and inseparable.

Seth moved to lie beside her. He kissed her neck, her eyelids.

Morgan’s body was on fire. Her fingertips were extremely sensitive, the nerves wonderfully alive. They sought Seth’s body, searching the length of his broad back, feeling each muscle and the texture of his skin. She kissed his neck, running her tongue along the muscles, the sinews.

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