The others are watching. "
"I ought to shoot you, you know, " she said, cradling the heavy gun in her arms.
"If you did, you wouldn't get what you came for. " His eyes slid to her and glittered over the rim of the cup.
"And what would that be?"
"To be fucked, good, long and hard. "
She sucked in a breath, and raised the rifle to shoot his arrogant, conceited, annoyingly perceptive brains out. But before she'd moved two inches, she heard the clink of tin landing on dirt, and he'd grabbed her and slipped behind the nearest tree.
"No!" With her free hand she pummeled him, knocking his hat to the ground.
His mouth crushed down on hers, his tongue thrusting into her surprised gasp. He tasted like coffee and bruised ego and hot male fury. His fingers stabbed through her hair, seizing it in his fist and jerking her head back to give him complete control over her supplication. She bit back a moan, fighting the overwhelming wave of desire that engulfed her.
He backed her up, propelling her deeper and deeper into the forest as he ravaged her mouth, further and further away from prying eyes... and the safety of the wagons... until finally he pushed her against the trunk of a huge pine. She still clung to his Winchester, hanging onto it like a lifeline to sanity.
"You fight me, but you came to me. " Covering her mouth with one hand, he ripped her dress down the front with the other, then the camisole beneath it. "As I knew you would. Because you want me. "
He spread the shredded cloth wide, baring her to his ravenous gaze. He touched her and she told herself it was the cold that made the goosebumps cascade down her flesh.
"You want my red hands on your white body, making you tremble for my touch. "
She shook her head. No.
He released her mouth and covered her breasts with his hands, sending a shock of need shimmering through her entire body. She couldn't help it, a moan of pleasure escaped her throat.
"You want my savage mouth sucking you, biting you, licking your innocent flesh so your body burns with excitement. "
He cupped her breasts and illustrated his words with a sinful skill and thoroughness. She arched into him, crying out at the pleasure she was completely helpless to resist.
"You want my untamed cock inside you, pumping into you until you scream my name. Isn't that true, Pale As Moonlight?"
"No! Please, no, " she begged. He took the gun from her and set it down, watching her with feral eyes. Then his hands were all over her, tearing her dress away, her camisole, her petticoat. Until she was naked in his arms again, just as she wanted to be. Needed to be.
"Oh, yes, it's true, " she moaned. "I tried to stay away. " She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close, breathing in his musky scent, burying her face in his long, raven-black hair. "I wanted to stay away. "
"But you couldn't. "
"No. " She writhed under his touch. He touched her everywhere he could reach, probing, pinching, stroking her heated skin with his rough fingers. "I couldn't keep away from you. "
"You dreamed of me. Of my body conquering yours, in every way you could imagine--" He spread her wide and slid a finger into her, then two, plumbing her slippery depths, drawing out, then plunging back in. "--and even ways you couldn't. " The forefinger of his other hand dipped into her, then probed her back entry, penetrating her there as well.
She gasped in shock, struggling to wriggle free of his pinioning fingers. He slammed his chest against her, and thrust his knee between her thighs, pinning her against the tree so she couldn't move. Relentlessly, he continued to stroke in and out of her until her knees were liquid and her bones turned to quicksilver. She told herself she should scream in protest, but she was too aroused to summon the strength, unable to do more than cling to him and let him have his devilish way with her.
"It didn't matter that