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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: After her family dies at the hands of monsters, Carly doesn't have time to think about a man. Hell, she practically acts like one so why does she need one to get in her way? She rides better than most, can fire a gun quicker and proves again and again she can manage fine on her own. That is, until Preston Evans steals her heart. Never mind what he does to her willing little body. Preston's lust for a woman never stands in his way. He always has his way with women so his ridiculous need for one can easily be satisfied with the body of another. Until the day he thinks he's lost the only woman he's ever truly cared about. After he watches outlaws damn near rape his woman of a sensible existence, he vows to claim her as his own. But just because he promises forever, doesn't necessarily mean he can follow through and if he does, there will be a lot to overcome--and forgive.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2009 eXtasy Books
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [147 KB]
Words: 32440
Reading time: 92-129 min.

Suddenly, he felt as nervous as a man in a whore's bed for the first time, only this woman was pure and he would act as her teacher. His cock rose with the realization. The understanding made him anxiety ridden. He would be the only man to ever touch her. He'd be damned if she invited him to her bed and then he'd move over for another. This woman would belong to him, only him. That truth pounded out an unfamiliar rhythm and he didn't quite know how to respond to it. He sat down on the bed and his hand moved to the side zipper of her skirt. He unzipped. Quicker than maybe she liked, but not entirely fast enough for him.

She flinched.

He pulled the blouse out from under the waistline and helped her out of it by rolling it over her firm, full breasts and then her neck. "Holy hell, woman." He stared down at her beauty and just lost it with words of everlasting promise. "I'm going to make an honest woman out of you or else I can't do this." He swallowed, but it sounded out like gulped fear.

His eyes locked with hers and she nodded. A smile formed across her lips, though weakly shaped, with the knowledge his words brought. It only empowered them both.

Overwrought fingers drifted down the valley in between two swollen mounds and he dropped his head to her stomach. Her hand ran through his coal black hair and his body became wracked with a need so profoundly painful that he almost swore it off because of the ache alone.

"You're going to be the death of me." He knew he told her the truth. Without her, there wasn't anything left or at least, there wasn't a life worth living.

Her skin smelled like rain and vanilla mixed and together it formed a most wonderful fragrance of pure woman. His hand drifted down the front of the skirt, over the material and the substantial layers of fabric there. He watched his own fingers move and became hard with warm-blooded need, manly aspirations.

"Mercy hell, woman. Sweet mercy hell," he whispered into her belly and pushed the skirt down, taking with it any undergarments underneath. The only obstacle now was the corset holding her at bay, something he'd been a little surprised to find. His hands gently moved in behind her and unlaced the pretty garment keeping her from him.

Slender arms went around his neck and when the corset fell to the wayside, he immediately felt her tense. It didn't bother her when her lower half was bare and naked, but embarrassment took her for a moment when her breasts were fully exposed.