Gideon, Robin - Desire of the Phantom [Ecstasy in the Old West] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Robin Gideon Page A

again.
    “I d–don’t know why,” Pamela at last confessed, her mind in a whirl.
    The hypocrisy shocked her for a thousand reasons, but mostly because she’d never thought of it before. How many other injustices were there that she’d never given a second thought?
    Unconsciously, she eased her arm around Phantom’s neck.
    She felt his lips upon her own, but after a moment, she turned her face aside, exposing her neck . Phantom’s teeth nipped at her flesh, the sensa tion almost painful yet very stimulating. The soft gasp never escaped her lips because, before it could be expelled in a rush of breath, Phantom soothed her fevered flesh with his tongue. He knew exactly where to draw the line.
    Why is it wrong to do what feels so good? Pamela asked herself. She angled her head slightly more to the left to allow Phantom to kiss her collarbone. Everywhere he kissed her he left behind a trail of tingling, aroused flesh that wanted more of his attention.
    “It’s not wrong.”
    It took a moment for Pamela to realize she had spoken, answering the question that had been dancing in her mind. Anything that felt this good simply couldn’t be wrong, she reasoned.
    “That’s right,” Phantom gently replied. His touch, pre cise and light, went unnoticed by the woman in his arms as he unfastened yet another button of her blue cotton shirt. “It’s not wrong at all.”
    He continued to hold Pamela in his arms, his weight lightly upon her. She was bold and brave, he realized, but she was also clearly inexperienced in the ways of the flesh. He could tell from the way she kissed, moved in his arms, and reacted to his kisses.
    Something made him stop.
    He was shocked to realize he had gotten much more aroused by this enigmatic, poor young woman from the outskirts of Whitetail Creek than he’d thought he would.
    She was femininity to the nth degree, Phantom realized, to his surprise. Broad-shouldered, wide-hipped, strong in the arms and legs, yet curvaceous. Her firm breasts drew a man’s eye, and her soft lips begged to be kissed. She was that rare combination of softness and strength, a nd everything about her excited Phantom.
    “Shhh!” he shushed, placing a finger to his lips. “I think I hear something.”
    He rolled away from her, turning his back to Pamela. Ac tually, he hadn’t heard anything from the men down in the main area of the stables. Garrett quickly rearranged his rigidly erect cock within his clothing so that he would be more com fortable and his passion would be less visible. He had responded to Pamela’s beauty, his cock throbbing to life and straining against the fabric of his exquisitely tailored trousers.
    If she had been another woman, if the confusion that went along with her passion had not been genuine, then perhaps he would have continued with her, using his charm to seduce her so they could both experience the release they needed.
    But she was not one of the coy, wealthy debutantes who played at innocence, throwing themselves at the wealthy Garrett Randolph and then pushing him away and pretending to be shocked at his passionate ardor, only to succumb to his desire in the end.
    Pamela wasn’t playing that silly game of cat and mouse, and because she wasn’t, Garrett wanted her all the more and knew he couldn’t have her.
    He breathed deeply several times, trying hard to com pose himself, wishing he had as much control over certain parts of himself as he did over his thoughts. His mind said he had to stop, but his cock was still pulsating with need.
    What in hell did he think he was doing with Pamela Bragg? He knew her brother and had even helped the bounty hunter with legal problems on occasion. In theory, there was absolutely nothing he, Garrett Randolph, and she, Pamela Bragg, had in common. But Phantom did have something in common with her. Though a lawyer with political as pirations might never look twice at a woman from Pamela’s background, Phantom had tasted the sweetness of her kisses.