His Dangerous Bride (The Brides of Paradise Ranch - Spicy Version Book 2) by Merry Farmer Read Free Book Online Page A

cooled. “The bed? You sure?”
    “Yes.” She rested one hand on her hip, gesturing to the bed with the other.
    “You, uh, sure you don’t want me to put it somewhere else so we can test out the bed first?” He winked at her for good measure.
    The way Eden’s grin grew to something akin to a furnace had Luke itching to put the trunk down and get on with things. “In a hurry there, sweetie?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he teased her right back. And why not? She was his wife, she’d been giving him the eye since she got off the train, and it was about damn time she made a man of him.
    She took a few steps toward him that caused her hips to sway. Luke barely knew which curves to ogle.
    “Sweetie, I’ve been on a train for the last four days. I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Sure, I could use a little roll in the hay to limber up my stiff muscles, but I kinda want to unpack and eat supper first. But later…” She twisted away, still looking at him over her shoulder, and nodded to the bed. “Put the trunk on the bed.”
    Luke’s jaw went slack. Well, didn’t that just beat all? He was in serious trouble. Then again, he never did mind a little trouble now and then.
    Stifling a chuckle and warning himself to keep his hands to himself for now to reap the benefits later, he set the heavy trunk on the bed. His muscles ached with relief as he let go, and the bed sagged.
    “What’ve you got in there that weighs so much, darling?” He tested out the endearment, trying to decide if it suited her.
    “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.”
    His temptation to ask what that meant was blown away as she grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, lifted to her toes, and kissed him. All thought ceased as their lips met and mingled. Need deeper than anything he’d ever felt gripped him, igniting him body and soul. The pressure of his pants getting tighter only fueled the fire.
    A second later, she let go of him with a happy sigh and turned back to her trunk. “Why don’t you see what we have in the kitchen while I unpack. I’m the best cook you’ve ever met, and I’d like to know what I have to work with.”
    It took her words a bit to translate in his head with the way his body was bursting to life. “Uh, sure. Whatever you want.”
    He turned to go, a supremely satisfied grin spreading across his kiss-heated lips.
    “Shut the door on your way out,” Eden called after him.
    He thought nothing of it, still in a daze as he strode into the main room, the bedroom door clicking behind him. He took a few more steps, then stopped to take a deep breath. His stomach growled, as if it had been listening to Eden’s talk of supper, but parts lower than that were close to driving him to distraction. He ached, pulsed, and itched to turn around, barge through the bedroom door, get rid of his clothes and hers, and do what married people did, trunk on the bed or no trunk on the bed. How long had he waited for this?
    Luke was halfway through making up his mind to throw caution to the wind and make love to his wife when there was a knock on the front door. It made him jump a mile. Embarrassment struck him, as if whoever was on the other side of the door could see every lustful thought he was having. He glanced down at the front of his pants, and the awkward feeling intensified.
    “Go down, go down,” he whispered, then burst into laughter at himself. He shook his head and marched toward the door, working out how he could stand so he wasn’t stupidly obvious to whomever was there to bother him.
    Whoever it was knocked a second time as Luke reached the door and tugged it open. Travis Montrose stood on the other side, fist raised for another knock. He took one look at Luke and snorted into laughter.
    “Am I interrupting?”
    “Yes,” Luke answered, crossing his arms, tempted to slam the door in his face.
    Travis stepped into the house and thumped Luke on the back before he could, still chuckling. “Congratulations,