Safe In The Rancher's Arms. Catherine Mann

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СКАЧАТЬ me to death. One wrong word or move, and you’ve scarred them for life. It’s too much responsibility. And as for being an actress, well...let’s just say I prefer digging in the dirt.”

      He yawned and stretched, feeling tired but content. “It’s hard to believe that forty-eight hours ago we were running for our lives.”

      “I know. It seems like a dream until you look outside. Then it smacks you in the face. I feel so sorry for all the people taking shelter here. Especially the ones with children. My house is damaged, but at least I have only myself to worry about.”

      “And your brother.”

      Beth’s face closed up. “I don’t want to talk about Audie.”

      “We’re one man short at the stables. I could offer him a job. It’s grunt work...doesn’t pay much. But it would be better than nothing.”

      Despite the stuffy air in the classroom, Beth’s pink cheeks paled. “That would be a very bad idea. Trust me.” Her soft lips firmed in a grim line.

      “It’s not that big a deal. I really am looking for somebody.”

      “Then look somewhere else.”

      He stood, nonplussed, and wondered with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach if Beth was as stubborn and intractable as his ex-fiancée. Whatever happened to sweet, amenable women?

      Beth jumped down from the desk and walked toward the door. “We should see if they need us anywhere else.”

      “Wait.” The command came out more urgently than he had intended.

      Beth stopped and turned. Her posture was wary. “What’s wrong?”

      He went to her and rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “I’ve been wondering if those first two kisses were a fluke.”

      When her gaze went to his mouth, a tingle of something hot and heady settled in his gut.

      She bit her lip. “Perhaps not flukes, but probably mistakes. Adrenaline...the will to live. That’s all.”

      “Don’t kid yourself, Beth. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them.” He slid one hand beneath her hair, prepared to draw back if she made a protest. Instead, she looked up at him with curiosity and something more. It was that second emotion that stole his breath and made his hands shake.

      Lowering his head, he found her lips with his. She tasted like peanut butter and cherry Kool-Aid. At first, her arms hung at her sides. He explored her mouth gently, his tongue brushing hers. The only other place their bodies connected was where his left hand cupped her chin.

      In the storm cellar, emotions had run high. Now, in the broad light of day, he felt the same jolt of arousal. “Touch me,” he said.

      Slowly, her arms came up and twined around his neck. She stretched on her tiptoes, straining to get closer.

      Lifting her off her feet, he strode to the teacher’s desk and sat her there, moving into the V of her thighs. Now they were perfectly matched. He cupped her breast through her shirt. The door was unlocked. They were in a public building. Though he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, he knew he dared not go any further.

      “I don’t know what to do with you,” he muttered.

      She rested her forehead on his collarbone. “I have a few ideas.”

      Her droll humor startled a laugh from him. “I hope we’re on the same page.”

      Her answer was to kiss him so sweetly that an entirely inopportune erection was the result. Breathing heavily, he stepped away, trying to elude temptation. “I think one of us is supposed to say this is going too fast.”

      She shrugged, leaning back on her hands. “I’ve had a terrible crush on you for over a year, even when you were being an obnoxious, overbearing plutocrat.”

      “Ouch.” His wince was not feigned. Hearing her description of his less-than-stellar qualities made him squirm. “I thought we called a truce.”

      “Under duress and the threat of apocalypse.”

      “Then I’ll say it again,” he muttered quietly. “For the moment, I’m not going to fight with you or try to make you see reason.”

      She crooked a finger. He went to her like a kite on a string, hoping she didn’t recognize the hold she had on him.

      Beth kissed him again, but in a naughtier fashion this time. She pulled back and smiled, her lips swollen. “We’re consenting adults. I’m staying at your house temporarily. Seems like the universe is giving us a sign.”

      He curled a hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his, no longer as in control as he would have liked. “If you believe in that kind of stuff.”

      “Are you turning me down?”

      He jerked. “Hell, no. Besides, this was my idea.”

      “To-may-to, to-mah-to. But if we’re going to share the credit, then we’ll both share the blame when we crash and burn.”

      “Why would you say a thing like that?” He stole half a second to nip her earlobe with sharp teeth. Her groaned sigh was his reward.

      “You’re you, and I’m me,” she whispered with inescapable logic.

      “So?”

      “Don’t ruin the moment, Farrell. We’re the definition of short-term.”

      He sighed. “I don’t want to argue about what ifs. Surely the tornado taught us that. Live in the moment. Carpe diem. Any cliché you want to choose. I’ve never come that close to disaster. I feel foolish saying it, but it changed me.”

      Beth stared at him, her green eyes bright. He wondered what she was thinking.

      Finally she responded. “I think it’s too soon to make a statement like that. Give it a week. A month. You’ll be your old self.”

      “That’s pretty cynical.”

      “People don’t change, Drew.”

      “Are we talking about your brother again?”

      “Let me get one thing straight. If you and I are contemplating a hook-up, there have to be ground rules. Number one is forget about my brother.”

      “That’s pretty cold.”

      “Take it or leave it. I don’t tell you how to run your ranch. Please respect my wishes.”

      “And if it turns out to be more than a hook-up?”

      “It won’t. I won’t let it. I like you, Drew. A lot. When you’re not trying to push me around, you’re funny and sexy and way too handsome for your own good. But long-term relationships are built on shared backgrounds and values.”

      “You think we don’t have the same values?”

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