Breathless (Old West, #2)

by Beverly Jenkins

“I want you to kiss me.” Caught off guard, he froze. “I’m sorry. I must’ve misheard you. Say that again.” She looked irritated. “I want you to kiss me.” “May I ask why?” “I need to cure myself of whatever these feelings are I’m starting to have for you, and don’t ask me what feelings. You know what I mean.”

“Have you ever been kissed before?” “No.” “Then I should warn you that this probably won’t cure you, Duchess. In fact, it might make matters worse.” “I don’t think it will.”

“Once I know what it feels like I should be able to manage it from now on.”

“Make your lips soft, baby.”

Breathless, she wanted to be kissed by him forever, only to have him gently turn her loose and step away.

Portia showed up at the ranch the next morning striding to the bunkhouse in a pair of snug-fitting denims. Kent almost fell off the roof. Taking in the bewitching sight, he whispered appreciatively, “Damn.” So mesmerized was he watching her walk, he only belatedly noted her black flat-crowned hat, red flannel man’s shirt, and the red bandana tied around her throat.