A Condensed Excerpt
On the trek to Kentucky, Jemma O'Hurley, raised by her
father in proper Boston society, has much to learn from
her backwoods "Kaintuck" guide, Hunter Boone.
Hunter sat back down and stretched, then crossed his legs
at the ankles. He pulled his hat on, using the brim to
shade his eyes from the firelight until all she could see
were his lips--finely tapered, strong, masculine, but
compelling. And unforgettably soft.
As they sat there chatting, an outrageous idea nagged at
her. It would require her to be downright brazen, but
there was only one way to satisfy the curiosity that had
been planted with the kiss he had given her to protect her
back in the rowdy Rotgut Saloon in New Orleans.
"Since you are a self-proclaimed loner, perhaps you
wouldn't mind kissing me again."
"What?" He looked at her as if she had just lost her mind.
"Experimentally, of course."
"Why?"
Jemma shrugged and tried to voice her opinion in a logical
fashion. "It has to happen sometime, doesn't it? To me,
that is. It might as well be now."
"What has to happen?"
She was afraid his big green eyes might roll right out of
his head "Kissing. We've been alone together for over a
week. I've found you to be just the man I thought you
were. You are trustworthy and a man of honor. You
obviously aren't interested in women--"
"Hold on a minute--"
"I mean, enough to want to settle down. You said yourself,
you are a loner."
He cleared his throat. "I am, but--"
"Exactly. You aren't looking for attachments. You can
remain clear and objective."
"About what?"
"Kissing. I want to know all about it. I want you to show
me the differences. I need to know what to watch out for.
I'm a woman alone in the world right now, Hunter Boone,
and when it comes to kissing . . . and all the rest . . .
well, I'm utterly uneducated."
"I thought you said the nuns covered it pretty thoroughly."
"Yes, in theory. I've had no real experience, except for
the kiss you gave me in New Orleans."
"That was only to protect you." He actually looked shaken.
"So you see. Another aspect of the whole. Obviously, you
can remain clear and objective."
"Objective." He shook his head. "Do you think you can
remain objective, Jemma?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"You are obviously very innocent."
"Will you help me?"
"Kiss you, you mean?"
"Yes."
He sat there looking at her for a long while, simply
staring at her across the fire as if either he were having
trouble making up his mind, or he thought she had
completely lost hers while she was frying bacon. She
didn't think she was asking too much. All the man had to
do was pucker up and kiss her a few times, stressing the
differences in technique. Judging from the way her body
had reacted to him at the Rotgut, she suspected he'd
already done most everything except slip his tongue into
her mouth, which would be the ultimate step before . . .
well, before the unspeakable. They would never get that
far.
"What do you think?" She was beginning to feel
uncomfortable under such intense scrutiny.
"I think you need to move closer if you're serious about
this."
She got to her knees and crawled the short distance around
the fire until she was kneeling beside him. "I'm so glad
you're willing to help."
"Only because I'd hate to have you stumble into trouble
later on." His lips were twitching at the corners again.
"You look as if you're trying not to laugh, Hunter Boone.
What do I do first?"
"Close your eyes. I'll give you the kind of a kiss a man
gives a woman when he kisses her for the first time."
She closed her eyes. Her heart fluttered like a leaf in
the wind. Hunter put his hand on her shoulder and pulled
her closer, but not too close. His breath was warm on her
face. So were his lips when he touched his mouth to hers.
It was barely a touch, more of a stroke, an invitation for
more. His lips met hers and pressed gently against her
closed mouth. Just as she had in the bar, she experienced
a warm, heady sensation that spread like slow molasses
through her veins.
Suddenly his lips were gone and the kiss was over. She
felt cheated of something that had beckoned just beyond
that simple meeting of mouths. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
His face was still near, his eyes dark, contemplative. She
had to clear her throat to speak. "What comes next?"
"I'll kiss you the way a man kisses a woman he's known a
while. You shouldn't let anyone kiss you like this unless
you want him to."
His lips were on hers before she was ready. There was no
gentle invitation to this kiss. It began with more intent,
with a sense of purpose. His lips were moving against
hers, his mouth pressing harder than that first time. She
reached up and slipped her arms around his shoulders for
fear that she might tip over backwards.
By hugging him, she was able to steady herself, to give
resistance to his pressure. It was all very stimulating.
She actually felt tingles run through her. Before she knew
what to think, she felt his tongue teasing the seam of her
lips. A shiver ran down her spine and back up again. She
held on tighter, shocked and delighted by the warm,
slippery, seductive feel of his tongue as he traced her
lips again and again.
He pulled back abruptly this time. The smile had faded
from his mouth. He seemed to be having a hard time
breathing.
"Are you all right?" she asked softly.
"Yeah. I'm . . . I'm all right. You need to open your
mouth."
"I need to do what?" Indescribable things were already
happening to her. She shuddered to think what might occur
if she did as he asked and took another big step.
"Open your mouth."
Sister had outlined the forbidden act of open-mouth
kissing in glorious detail. Definitely, the nun had
warned, this sort of activity would lead to other things.
Now Hunter Boone wanted her to actually open her mouth
when he kissed her.
She was on the brink of one of life's darkest carnal
secrets. She was terrified. She was exhilarated. There was
no way she was going to let this moment slip away.
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