Silver Bracelets: A Loveswept Contemporary Classic Romance by Sandra Chastain Read Free Book Online

already responded, Asa. You kissed me back. Kissing a person is a kind of promise.” She didn’t pull away. She was aware of his reaction to her body. His maleness lay hard against her and she was feeling pleasant little twinges where they touched. One sensation was a part of another, which led to another, and another.
    “What kind of promise?” His arms, with a will of their own, slid around her and rested rebelliously on her lower back.
    “Well, I think that when a kiss is right, it’s like making music. I feel it in my body, in your body, as if our very skin is carrying the melody. Like the wind in the trees, like sunlight dappling the water, like the smell of Christmas.”
    Asa knew he ought to pull back and leave. He knew that he’d already gone one step too far. But he couldn’t seem to make himself go. Instead of growling at her, he said, his voicewas low and tight, “Sunlight? Christmas? All that from a kiss?”
    “I don’t think you’ve had much time to hear the songs in the trees, or smell Christmas, have you, Deputy Canyon?”
    “No, I guess I don’t know much about those things.” He lowered his head, brushing her lips again. As she parted her mouth to welcome him, he decided that this morning the taste of coffee was like ambrosia.
    Sarah lifted her head and returned his smile. “Ready?”
    He blinked. “Ready?”
    “For breakfast?” she answered, freeing herself from his arms and looking at him with pleasure.
    “My stomach seems to be growling,” he agreed, “but I think my body may have other preferences at the moment.”
    Sarah followed his line of vision to the obvious erection he made no attempt to conceal. She liked that. He responded to her body and that was natural. Why should two people be embarrassed over expressing desire? Her own body wasn’t shy in revealing its aroused state.
    “Anticipation can be half the pleasure. Take Christmas. Wondering what’s inside the box is almost always as exciting as actually having the gift, don’t you think?”
    Was it? Asa didn’t know. If he wanted a woman, he usually got her. If she wasn’t interested, that was fine, too. But he’d never,ever, discussed the wanting so honestly before.
    “Do you feel better?” Sarah asked. She felt Asa’s tension slide away. His body seemed to loosen and relax. He was letting go, allowing the frustration to disappear.
    “Better?”
    “I mean I can understand why what happened threatened your confidence. I just thought that you ought to know that you have nothing to worry about. You’re a caring person. Any woman would be lucky to have you look after her.”
    Her words hit him like a snowball, splattering against his face and showering against his chest. “You mean all this was just to make me feel better?”
    “Well …” She considered her answer and decided that she wasn’t fooling anybody, including herself. “That’s how it started. At least that’s what I told myself. Truthfully, I kind of forgot that it was for you. I mean I was sharing the feeling so much that I lost sight of your needs and just enjoyed it.”
    He forced himself to remember that though she was twenty-eight, she obviously didn’t know what she was doing. “Sarah, do you always make people feel better?”
    “If you mean do I go around kissing men like this, no. This is my first time. Oh, I’ve had dates, boyfriends, but nobody has filled my stomach with butterflies since I was seventeen. But I guess that’s not what you’re talking about, is it?”
    Butterflies? Hell, if she had a stomach full of butterflies he was battling with a pit of giant condors.
    “I guess I do try to make people happy,” she was saying softly. “It isn’t that hard and it’s ever so much nicer than making them sad, don’t you think?”
    “I can’t say that I’ve ever thought about it quite that way. Normally what I do doesn’t make the people I deal with happy at all.”
    “Weren’t the people at the restaurant happy when you