NotoriousWoman by Annabelle Weston Page A

pulled her taut against him. His cock was
hard, thick and pressed to the apex between her thighs, making her body ache
and pulse. She shuddered, sucked his tongue, pressed her breasts hard against
him.
    “Touch me,” she whispered, grabbing one of his hands from
her behind and pressing it to her breast, feeling his thumb brush over her
aching nipple.
    “With pleasure,” he murmured against her lips.
    Jake massaged her breast, pinched her nipples, rubbed his
cock back and forth against her cunny. Unbridled moans escaped her, and her
flesh ground into his, greedy for more. Sparks of pleasure shot through her,
and her breaths were shallow and hitched. Oh my… Kate was spiraling up so fast,
she was sure she’d ever come down.
    She tore her lips from his, wrenched his shirt open, feeling
a moment of guilt at the buttons popping off, but the sight of his chest and
the scent of his masculine skin undid her. Pressing her lips to his muscled
torso, she licked, tasting salt and man.
    “Oh Kate…” Jake moaned, his hands fisting in her hair.
    She kissed lower, toward his navel, having to kneel in front
of him. When she did that, his bulging cock was gloriously within view. Letting
her inhibitions go completely, she nuzzled against his hard length, taking in
the musky scent that had her mouth watering.
    “Kate? Are you all right?”
    Kate jerked her gaze up and met Jake’s eyes. He looked at
her with question, concern. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she realized she
was still outside and had just had an extremely erotic fantasy regarding the
man standing in front of her.
    “Fine. Let’s get those cows branded.” She rushed, nearly
running ahead of him—actually away from him and the way he made her body burn
for something wicked.

Chapter Five
     
    Empty.
    Kate cursed under her breath as she held the box that had
contained the ranch’s supply of Epsom salts. How had they run short? Why hadn’t
she noticed they needed to replenish the supply? This would be another point
for Jake Madden to drive home. If she’d been taking care of business, there
would have been enough medical supplies for her animals.
    She stomped her foot in frustration then inhaled sharply as
white-hot pain sizzled up her leg. She tossed the empty box aside and lifted
her foot to examine her injury.
    A rusty nail protruded from the bottom of her boot. The rest
of the nail had lodged in her foot and hurt like hell.
    “Damnation!” she shrieked, unable to hold back any longer.
She tried to pull on the nail but more searing pain sliced through her foot.
    “Those aren’t the words one normally hears from a lady.”
Jake loomed in the doorway of the storeroom. She glared at him, hoping he’d get
the message that his comments weren’t appreciated.
    “You’re gonna hear worse,” she said, unleashing her breath
at last.
    “What’s the matter?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
    “Nothing that concerns you,” she replied, trying to keep her
temper under control.
    “That’s not what it sounded like.” He straightened and
walked inside. “It’s my job to keep you out of trouble.”
    “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m perfectly capable of taking
care of myself.” Honestly, the room was barely big enough for one. Two were
most definitely a crowd. He kept on coming.
    “Sit.” He patted on a crate.
    Kate did what she was told. The pain in her foot pulled her
off the path her irritation would surely take her.
    “Let’s see what we’ve got here,” he said.
    “Be careful.”
    He picked up her foot and set it on his knee. The ground
beneath her foot was stained with blood. The sight made her queasy. She held on
to the nearest shelf and steadied herself.
    “Don’t go fainting on me, sweetheart.” His jibe didn’t sit
well with her. First darlin’, now sweetheart. He was getting too familiar.
    “I’m not your sweetheart,” she said through clenched teeth
and she meant every word. She pulled her foot out of his grasp.
    “Come on,