gonna burn like hell for a few hours.â
âIsnât there something I can put on it?â
âMy mama used to say a kiss can make anything all better.â
âDid she?â Mariah laughed, a nervous little sound. âIâm sure sheâs a resourceful woman, but I had something more medicinal in mind.â
âLetâs give it a try anyway.â He brought her reddened flesh to his lips, andâdamn!âshe tasted delicious.
âYouâre not very subtle,â she murmured shakily.
Trying to control himself, Whit stepped back. âLois has some salve she made up. We can give it a whirl.â He reached into the bottom of a pie safe. Taking a healthy glob of the yellow goo onto the tip of his forefinger, he smoothed it over Mariahâs left wrist. âFeel better?â
âI ... I think Iâll live.â
He grinned, wrapping his fingers around her slender forearm. âYeah, I think you will.â
She felt so good to him. He had been going crazy all day, all night, over her. Heâd tried to ignore her charms, had tried to be a gentleman monk. Heâd even tried to get interested in Barbara again, but nothing had worked.
Whit Reagor would have to be deaf, dumb, blindâand dead below the waist!ânot to notice the beautiful Mariah and the signals sheâd been throwing him all day. He had set out to test her, but realized he was tested past the limit.
His cravings superceded honor, integrity, and reservations. His free hand touched her waist. Ignoring the goo on her injured wrist, he brought her hand to his chest. Did she feel the hammering of his heart?
Gazing into the softness of her eyes, he was lost. âYouâre so lovely.â He murmured, âWhat would you do, if I were to kiss you?â
Chapter Five
âWhatâre you waiting for? Do it now! Ooooh. Mmm.â
The former Viscount Desmont bestowed the buxom woman a smile of superiority as he shoved his member into her. Fast and furious, Joseph pumped as her heavy legs folded around his skinny back. Temperence Tullos, Mrs. Charlie Tullos, was his sweet revenge for the humiliation heâd suffered at the hands of her husbandâs thugs only this morning; and now, at nine oâclock in the evening, Josephâs self-esteem was once more intact. He was a man in control.
He didnât speak, but his log cabin was alive with the womanâs groaning vulgarities. His eyes closed while he playacted Temperence was his Mariah. Yet he knew she wasnât, not really. Mariah wasnât a cow of a woman, nor did she bathe herself in cloying perfumes, nor did she shout obscenities worthy of the lowest of classesâwhich he was loath to admit, even to himself, he enjoyed, though he did regret not saving himself for his bride.
The woman-cow screamed in ecstasy, and Joseph tumbled over the brink, his climax swift. He rolled to his side, and did up the buttons of his red long-handles.
âYou know, for a skinny runt, youâre not half bad-looking.â
âThank you, madam.â His chest puffed from the left-handed compliment, and, Mariah forgotten, he swept his eyes across the pendulous breasts that looked as if they were ready to burst through Temperenceâs thin, vein-shot skin.
His feelings turned gleeful. What a day this had been, going from the horror of land-plunder to the pleasure of making love to this older woman of thirty, who had given him a windfall in more ways than one. Her husband and his gang had trampled his saplings and threatened his life before riding away, leaving him face-down in the orchard. That afternoon, while Joseph had raged at his predicament and searched for a method of revenge, Temperence had arrived by horseback at his door. She had not been empty-handed.
On the floor beside him lay a bag of Charlie Tullosâs gold coins. Joseph had thought it strange, Temperence giving him money, but with some unspoken misgivings about the