Quicksilver Passion (73 page)

She didn’t believe him, of course. She had no doubt that any minute now, he would roll over on top of her and ram that hard tool of his deep within her. But she was too tired and cold and drunk to do anything but lie there and shake.

He pulled her very close and she felt her sensitive nipples brush against his hot flesh and his big hands cupped and covered her small bottom. She struggled, but she couldn’t get away. He had her face against his wide chest, radiating heat into her chilled skin.
Don’t fight me, Silver, I won’t hurt you. Let me warm you.”

There was nothing she could do against his strength except let him mold her against him all the way down their bodies. He smelled of tobacco, shaving soap, and wood smoke. His big maleness throbbed against her belly, hot and virile. She tried to pull away from the feel of it surging there, but he held her close.

His hand came up and covered her breast.
By damn! Even these are cold.” He began to massage them, cursing softly under his breath.
Why did I ever tell you I wouldn’t touch you? I don’t suppose you’d let me out of that vow?”

Who are you kidding? I know you’ll rape me when you decide to!” She glared at him, angry with both him and herself. Never had she experienced feelings like this before. She was afraid of him, but his hand stroked and caressed her breasts until she found herself pressing against his fingers, not wanting him to stop. Her nipples seemed to swell and grow hard at his touch and it occurred to her suddenly that his mouth would feel very hot and wet on her chilled skin. She had a sudden vision of his mouth sucking and licking her breasts, working slowly over every inch of her small body.

The feeling scared her. No man had ever made her think along those lines before. It must be the whiskey.

Here, roll over,” he ordered gruffly.
Let me warm your back.”

And if I don’t?”

She kept forgetting how powerful the man was. He didn’t answer, merely lifted her and turned her gently so that she lay against the curve of his big frame like two spoons fitting into each other.

I couldn’t stand much more of you brushing those soft breasts against me,” he complained.
I was about to forget what I promised.”

Drunk and resigned to his male strength and whatever he decided to do to her, she lay pressed against him with his breath hot on the back of her neck, one of his arms encircling her belly.

Are you getting warm now?” he whispered.

She nodded, sighing at the feel of the heat radiating from his big frame. His manhood felt as hard as steel against her back and his hand massaged her belly.
I’m warm, you can go back to your own bunk now.”

Well, I’m not,” he grumbled,
and I don’t want to take another chance on you doing a damn fool stunt like that again.”