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Clint has surprised Cassie by bringing the kids with him to Chicago for a visit. That’s not playing fair – does he have any clue how deeply the thought of instant motherhood terrifies her? Even so, she’s more than ready to make up for lost time in the bedroom.
“‘Tis a one track mind you have, Mr. Travers,” she muttered, separating his lips with her tongue. The kiss continued, long and mutual. Cassie loved the feel of his muscled thighs, of his arousal rising against her bottom, of his lips, which tasted equally safe and dangerous.
Breaking the kiss, Clint groaned impatiently, “Enough sleuthing for one day. Do we have time?”
She laughed, framing his chin between finger and thumb. “This is the first time we’ve been alone since you brought the kids to Chicago. There’s time. We’ll make time. Silver Hawk will keep the kids at the house. And dad is probably having a blast telling of some adventure that’s improved by the remembering and by the retelling.”
Clint brushed the back of his fingers across her warming cheek. “It has been so long. How shall we begin?”
He took the lead by running his tongue along her cheekbone and then nuzzling her nape.
“A nice start,” she moaned, clasping her hands behind his back. “Ah, yes, it’s been far too long.”
His tongue eased its way to her ear lobe. She scrunched her toes as Clint tenderly washed her ear, inside and out. At the same time, she became aware of fingers working on her blouse buttons. She helped unbutton the last two as his fingers traced a line over the top of her bra cup. Her skin heated rapidly. In response, she squirmed on his lap, purposefully rubbing her crotch along the expanding length of his shaft. Even through several layers of clothing, she felt his cock pulsing to meet her movements.
What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.
Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.
When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.
Can love trump pride?
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