Capturing The Marshal's Heart (Escape From Texas) by Linda Carroll-Bradd Read Free Book Online

off the bed. When she looked at him, her forehead furrowed and her eyes shot wide. “You’re really going to undress me?”
    His heart rate slowed and he bit back a groan. Now was not the time for her to play innocent and coy. “Yeah, more fun with fewer clothes.”
    With languid movements, she shifted her hips and rolled, cradling her head in the crook of her elbow. “But I can’t reach you.”
    She sounded like she was enjoying this as much as he was. He tugged on the laces, hoping he wouldn’t rip the fabric in his haste to get this confining garment off her sweet body. “Sit up a second. Raise your arms and I’ll slide this over your head.”
    The moment the corset loosened, she obliged and sighed deeply.
    He tossed it behind him and, an instant later, her thin chemise was gone, revealing the pale skin of her back. For just a second, he closed his eyes, savoring the rare connection he felt with this surprising woman. He rested his hands on her creamy shoulders, running his thumbs along the angles of her bones. Red pressure spots marked her skin, branded all the places where the corset had pinched, and he bent his head to dot the lines across her back with soothing kisses.
    “Oh, yes.” She arched and reached back to run her hands along his sides with stroking caresses.
    Instinct surfaced. Slade flinched at the sensations of a touch so near where his gun usually rested. He forced himself to relax and enjoy her gentle touch. Scooting closer, he dropped kisses on her nape, then reached around to her breasts and let their weight fill his hands. His thumbs massaged a path from the sides of her breasts almost to their tips, but stopped just shy of the nipple.
    She leaned back against his chest and rested her hands on his thighs. “I like this position.”
    “Me too, Jessimay.”
    “You can call me, Jazzy.”
    A nickname? Didn’t sound like one a family member would bestow. The part of his brain that still worked like a lawman’s tucked away this new information. “Jazzy. It fits.” His thumbs retraced the path, this time moving closer.
    “Oooh, that’s nice.” She dropped her shoulder, angling toward his questing thumb. Her hands ran up and down his thighs.
    To put them both out of their misery, he flicked her nipples with the tips of his thumbs and enjoyed the sight of them tightening into hard beads. He shifted his hands and rolled the tips between his fingers, reveling in the sensation of her warm breasts cupped in his hands.
    She stiffened and her hands clamped hard onto his thighs. “Oh, yes. Harder.”
    Her response fired his blood and his erection strained against the fly of his trousers. By stretching out his leg, he scooted closer and pressed his shaft against her hip. But it wasn’t enough. He had to touch and taste more of her. He planted a kiss in the notch where her neck and shoulder met, his tongue laving her sweet skin. The urge to brand this woman as his own swept through him and he sucked harder.
    Jazzy squirmed in his embrace, her head rolling on his shoulder.
    Slade raised his head, an apology already forming on his lips.
    She turned and knelt in the vee of his legs, golden curls tumbled over her shoulders. Luminous blue eyes connected with his gaze, while her hands moved toward the buttons of his pants. “My turn to undress you.”
    Content to simply watch, he leaned back on his hands and gave her easier access to his trousers. From this position, he enjoyed the sight of the rosy tips of her nipples peeking through the fall of her tousled hair.
    Her fingertips tracing the band of his trousers tickled his stomach. With each released button, her hands moved lower, brushing against his engorged shaft. He drew in a deep breath and gritted his teeth, trying to imagine each caress as accidental. Because if he didn’t, he’d have to admit how close he was to losing control. A self-control that hadn’t wavered in years.
    When the last button was undone, she trailed a single finger along his