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His lips found hers in a kiss that was savage with passion yet gentle with promise. His hands slid lightly over her body as he undressed her in the unhurried time of a patient lover. His fingers caressed her breasts as if they were new to him. They explored and demanded, creating restless yearnings that made her impatient in her hunger for him.
Warm blood ran in her veins until she could think of nothing but the quiet mastery of his hands on her body and the unyielding desire building within the most feminine depths of her being. She burned for him, ached for his touch.
His movements were slow as he gently pushed her onto the burgundy carpet and savored the sight of her white body stretched against the dark pile. His palms rubbed against her breasts until they tightened in anticipation of the warmth of his mouth covering her nipples. She was not disappointed and gasped in pleasure when she felt the gentle bite of his teeth against her supple breast.
She duplicated his movements. After removing his shirt, she traced the hard line of his muscles with the tip of her finger, past his shoulders, down his chest to stop at the waistband of his jeans. He encouraged her by moving over her and pressing his abdomen closer to her fingers. “Undress me,” he commanded, the ache within him burning to be released.
Deftly she removed his pants and let her fingers and gaze touch all of him, delighting in the feel and the sight of all of his lean, hard length. She quivered at the feel of his firm flesh against hers.
“It’s your turn,” he announced in a voice thickened with awakened passion. “Make love to me.” Quickly he reversed their positions, pulling her over him.
A slow smile crept over her lips as she kicked off the rest of her clothes and lay the length of her body over his. She let him guide her with his hands, while slowly she pressed against him, coaxing the fires within him to burn wildly in his loins.
“I love you,” he murmured, letting his impassioned gaze rove restlessly while he watched her eyes glaze with the desire flooding her veins. He watched her stiffen over him and knew the moment she really wanted him, needed the fulfillment. Then he let go, giving into the rising tide of passion roaring in his blood.
Brig arched up to meet Becca, while his hands pushed her tightly against him. They erupted together in a heated flow of molten lava that began in their souls and ran into each other as their combined heartbeats echoed the thrill of spent love. Spent, they collapsed together.
Becca lay quivering in his arms, exhausted and refreshed at the same time. After a few moments of silence broken only by her shuddering sighs, Brig spoke. “I meant it, Rebecca,” he reaffirmed. His grip on her tightened. “I want to marry you and I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I’m not foolish enough to deny you, my love,” she whispered into his ear. “I think I’ve wanted to marry you from the first moment I met you.”
He grinned at the memory. “Then let’s not wait. Get up and get going.” He gave her a playful slap on the buttocks to reinforce his impatience.
“Today? Right now? Are you crazy? I’m not ready—”
“Idle excuses, woman,” he joked with a mock scowl. “We’ve waited too long to stand on ceremony. Neither one of us has any family to speak of—not close, anyway. Reno is only a few hours’ drive. We could be married by this evening.”
She held her hands up, palms stretched outward. “Wait. Everything’s moving too fast for me. What about the farm? Your business? Gypsy Wind?”
“I’ve considered everything,” he confirmed, tossing her the slightly wrinkled clothes. She caught them along with the satisfied twinkle in Brig’s dark eyes. “The first few months will be rough. There’s no denying that much. I’ll have to spend some of the time in Denver. But I’ve already decided that I can work just as well from the San Francisco office.”
She wasn’t convinced. “But that’s still a three-hour drive from here—”
“A lot closer than Denver. Anyway, it will have to do until we can fix this place up properly. Then I’ll have an office in the house and only make the trip into the city a couple of times a week. If I’m needed in Denver—really needed—I can fly there.” He jerked his jeans on and buckled the belt with authority. “Any other questions?”
Becca struggled into her clothes. “Sounds like you have it all worked out,” she observed with more than a trace of awe in her voice.
“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.”
“Since when?”
“Since the night I found you on the doorstep to my father’s cabin,” he admitted roughly and Becca felt a wayward pull on her heart. He seemed so genuinely earnest. “I just didn’t think I could convince you.”
She had begun to slip into her sweater, but stopped. A wanton smile pulled at the corners of her mouth and she dropped her eyelids suggestively over misty green eyes. “Why don’t you try convincing me again?” she suggested smoothly.
His dark eyes sparked at the game. “Youcanbe a capricious little thing can’t you?” He crossed the room and stood over her, daring her to respond.
She rose to her full height, and then stretched to her toes in order that she could whisper into his ear. “Only with you, love. Only with you.”
Chapter 14
The ceremony uniting Brig and Becca as husband and wife was simple and to the point. A dour-faced justice of the peace and his round sister performed the rite in Reno. Rebecca had never been happier than she was that day, holding onto Brig’s strong hand and unashamedly letting the tears of joy run down her face. Although she had always envisioned a large church wedding complete with an elegant white lace dress, Becca felt resplendent in her pale pink suit and ivory silk blouse. Brig stood proudly beside her, wearing his crisp navy suit and slightly crooked smile with ease. For the first time in years, Becca knew that everything in her life had finally come together. She had even managed to push aside her lingering doubts about her brother for the time being. These few precious moments belonged to Brig alone. In the glittery town of Reno, Nevada, tucked in a valley rimmed by dusty hills, she had become Brig’s wife.
Smiling contentedly to herself, she leaned against Brig’s shoulder as he drove westward. A lazy sun had sunk below the horizon and twilight descended as they headed through the mountains. Aside from the soft hum of the car engine, the quiet of the oncoming night remained undisturbed. In the purple sky, shimmering stars winked in the dusk. Time seemed to have stopped and Becca was only conscious of the strong man who was now her husband. For years she had dreamed of marrying Brig, and determinedly pushed those dreams into the darkest corners of her mind. Now the marriage had become reality and she sighed contentedly with the realization that nothing could ever drive Brig away from her.
Their time together was much too short. After spending a carefree week making love to Becca at Starlight Breeding Farm, Brig was forced to return to Denver. He couldn’t put off his responsibilities as the head of Chambers Oil.
Days on the farm without Brig seemed long and empty to Becca. She was restless and the pleasure she usually derived by immersing herself in work was missing. She couldn’t help but wonder what Brig was doing or when he would return to her. She lived for the short telephone conversations that bound them together. Though there was more than enough work to keep her busy at the farm, she felt a deep loneliness envelop her and she impatiently counted the hours until his return.
