9781618850676UnchainedMelodyHunter by Unknown

soon the cowboy and Jenna were animated
and alive. They were fighting, but at least they were talking. As usual, the
storyline and the characters filled the lonely hours and she wrote feverishly
until the sun came up.
     
    * * * *
     
    Ethan
escaped to his room before his brothers returned from walking Mojo. He didn’t
feel like answering any of their curious questions. All he could think about
was Lise was here! Right here. The terrible accident that had separated them
was just that—an accident. She had not wanted to leave him. He could deal with that.
It was over and she seemed to be just fine. He, on the other hand, wasn’t. His
body was screaming for hers. He had lain in bed and remembered what she had
said—that she relived every detail of their lovemaking over and over again. He
found himself doing the same thing; as well as imagining what it would be like
to go over to her cabin right now and slowly undress her for his eager eyes and
hands; touch her soft, silky skin, caress her tender breasts, spread her creamy
thighs and taste her passion.
    Damn!
He rolled over on his stomach, his huge, aching penis alive with longing. His
hips flexed slightly, allowing his shaft to rub against the sheets. He bit the
pillow in frustration. God, he needed a woman! Not any woman, he needed the
woman who had looked at him tonight and told him she was starved for him…for
him!
    He
forced himself to lie still and allow his breathing to return to normal. There
was no doubt he had a bad case of blue balls. Hopefully, he had not done any
permanent damage to himself. Tonight, again, he had been sorely tempted to
stroke himself to satisfaction, picturing Lise lying on her back anxious to
feel him push his hungry cock deep within her heat. But he had denied himself. He
swore he next time he came; it would be deep in the warm, welcoming body of
Lise Evans.
     
    * * * *
     
    Annalise
had not been asleep very long, when a persistent knocking on the door forced
her eyes to open. Tiny was going crazy. She dragged herself out of the bed and
sleepily made her way to the door. She failed to rouse herself enough to
remember to put on her robe. When she opened the door, Ethan was standing
there; gorgeous, with big broad shoulders, a chest so wide and muscled her
palms itched to mold themselves over his bulging pecs and then down over his
abs and even lower. She realized her mouth was open and her eyes had drifted
much lower on his body than she would ever be able to explain.
    He
eased by her and shut the door, so no one could possibly pass by and hear what
he had to say to her. “Good morning, sweetheart. I’m glad there’s no one else
here but the two of us. Your neck is flushed, your nipples are hard and you
have the biggest, brownest pair of bedroom eyes I have ever seen.”
    Annalise
crossed her arms over her breasts and hung her head.
    “Oh,
don’t do that, babe. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life and
all you have to do is say the word and I’ll set this tray down, pick you up in
my arms and love you until you beg for me to—don’t stop.” He voice was low and
seductive.
    “Excuse
me.” She turned and went back to the bedroom and retrieved her robe, slipping
into it and into a pair of white slippers. “I’m sorry to come to the door like that;
I’ve only been in the bed for a couple of hours. I was able to write all
night.”
    “What
a waste of the dark, Lise. I can remember when we used to enjoy each other all
night long.” She took the tray from his hands and carried it to the bar in the
kitchen. She could feel him following her. When she set it down, he was
directly behind her. There was no way she could move to the right or to the
left, he had placed a broad, tanned hand on either side of the bar. She backed
up an inestimable fraction of an inch and her whole body caught fire. He was
there, a mountain of a man, completely overshadowing her, touching her from the
crown of her head, which rested under his