Diana Palmer Long Tall Texans 24 A Man of Means

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terrible pain that you can cure in only one night."
She got the idea, belatedly, and hit him.
He chuckled, bending to kiss her gently. "It's no use trying to stop them," he said.
"Besides, they're very good at it. I used to be, too." He scowled. "Somehow, it's not as much fun being
on the receiving end, though."
She just shook her head.
The wedding was beautiful, despite her misgivings. Meredith wore the most gorgeous gown she'd
ever seen, with yards and yards of exquisite lace over satin, with a long veil made of the same lace
and a bouquet of pure white roses. Her father gave her away, and all four of Rey's brothers were best
men. Tess, Cag's wife, stood with Meredith as her matron of honor. In a very short time, the two
women had become close friends.
Most of Jacobsville turned out for the affair, but Meredith had eyes only for her handsome husband,
who was dressed to the hilt as well. They exchanged rings and Rey lifted the veil very slowly. He'd
been romantic and gentle and teasing over the days before the wedding.
But when he looked at her now, his eyes were quiet and loving and very solemn. He bent and kissed
her with such tenderness that she knew she'd remember the moment for the rest of her life.
They clasped hands and ran down the aisle and out of the church together, laughing gaily as they were
pelted with rice and rose petals. At the waiting limousine, Meredith turned and tossed her bouquet.
Surprisingly it was caught by Janie Brewster, notorious locally for her rubber chicken dinners and
trying to catch Leo Hart's eye. She blushed vividly and clutched the bouquet, her eyes on it and not on
anyone nearby. Which was as well, because Leo looked suddenly homicidal as the ranch foreman
elbowed him and grinned.
The newlyweds waved and dived into the limousine, already packed and ready to take them to the
airport. They'd already announced that the reception would have to go on without them, to the
brothers' shock and dismay.
"I hated for us to miss it," Rey told her on the way to the airport, "but I know my brothers. They'd
have found some way to embarrass us."
She chuckled, snuggling close to him. "Well, we're safe now."
The flight to France was long and boring. They held hands and couldn't sleep as the little computers
above the seats marked the long trail on a map, showing the progress of the flight.
When the jumbo jet finally landed, they walked like zombies into the airport to go through passport
control and then on to wait for their luggage so that they could get through customs and to the waiting
car that would take them to their hotel. The driver, holding a sign that read Hart Newlyweds had met
them at the gate and arranged to meet them at customs. Meredith was yawning visibly when they found
the driver and followed him and the wheeled luggage out the door. He and Rey exchanged comments
that went right over Meredith's head.
"I don't speak French," she said worriedly when they were in the car. "I took a double minor in
German and Spanish."
"No Latin?" he teased.
"There's a special course of it for nursing students," she replied with a smile. "Fortunately you don't
have to learn the whole language anymore, although I wouldn't have minded. I'm so tired!"
"We'll have a nice long rest when we get to the hotel." He pulled her close. "I could use a little sleep
myself!"
The car pulled up under the covered entrance and a bellboy came out to get the luggage.
Rey paid the driver and made arrangements to contact him when they were ready to go sightseeing in
a day or two.
Meredith followed Rey and the luggage to the desk clerk and waited while he got the key to their suite.
It didn't take long. Rey unlocked the door and opened it. And the bellhop burst into helpless laughter.
There, on the bed, very obviously courtesy of the Hart boys, were two life-size blow-up dolls, a blond
female and a dark-haired male, in the midst of a garden of thornless roses of every color known to
man. They were obviously engaged in a notorious newlywed ritual.
Rey tipped the bellhop and opened the door himself, waving the man out while he tried not to bend
over double laughing.
When he closed the door again, Meredith was removing the dolls and roses with tears of mirth
running down her cheeks.
"Just wait until they break something, anything," she threatened. "We can have them put in body casts
for a sprained ankle...!"
He came up behind her and caught her around the waist. "And I'll help you. But, later, sweetheart," he
added in a soft, hungry tone as he turned her into his arms. "Much, much...
later!"
She was a professional health care worker. She knew all the mechanics of marriage. In fact, she
counseled young wives in them. This was totally out of her experience.
Rey undressed her with slow precision, while he kissed every soft inch of skin as he uncovered it. He
never rushed. He seemed to have committed the whole night to her arousal, and he went about it like a
soldier with a battle plan.
She was teased, caressed, kissed until she felt as if there wasn't a bed under her at all. The roses were
scattered over the carpet by now, along with half the bed linen. She was under him and then over him
as he increased the insistence of his hands and mouth on her body. She heard high-pitched little cries
of pleasure and barely realized that they were coming from her own throat.
One particularly enthusiastic embrace landed them on the carpet, cushioned by the sheet and blanket
and, under them, the thick comforter.
"The bed," she whispered, trembling with unsatisfied hunger.
"It will still be there when we're finished," he replied breathlessly as his mouth bent again to her taut,
arching breasts. "Yes, do that again, sweetheart!" he added when she pulled his head down to her.
He guided her hands along his lean, fit body to his hips and pressed them there as he suddenly shifted
between her soft legs and his mouth ground into hers with intent.
The abrupt shift in intensity took her by surprise and lessened the sharp pain of his possession of her.
His hard mouth absorbed the tiny cry that pulsed out of her tight throat, and his hands moved under
her hips to caress her.
After a few seconds, she began to relax. He shifted again and found the place, and the pressure, that
made her lift toward him instead of trying to escape the downward rhythm of his hips. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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