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THE FOREVER KISS

BY

ANGELA KNIGHT

Copyright © Angela Knight  , 2004
All Rights Reserved, © RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

THE FOREVER KISS by Angela Knight

Chapter One

“I need you tonight.” His voice emerged from the darkness, a low male rumble of heat and hunger. “Will you give yourself to me?” Valerie Chase sat up in her tumbled bed. The cowboy stood just outside the open French doors, watching her from the balcony as moonlight spilled around him. The brim of his white Stetson shadowed his face. It always had. She’d never seen his features clearly, not in all the years she’d dreamed of him. His white cotton shirt stretched over broad shoulders and tucked into the worn jeans that hugged his long, muscled legs. Moonlight glinted on the star of a Texas Ranger pinned to his leather vest. He wore two gun belts crossed over lean hips, the holstered Colt revolvers forming a seductive frame for the thick, impressive ridge of his erection. It was the way he’d always looked in her dreams, her cowboy fantasy, her dream lover. Her hero.
“Come in,” she said softly, and felt her nipples tighten.
He started toward her with that long, pacing panther stride of his. As he moved, his clothes melted away, revealing the hungry jut of his cock.
Her mouth went dry. Her sleep shirt vanished. She wasn’t sure which of them had made it disappear. Then his hands were on her, warm and long-fingered and skilled as he took her mouth in a deep, famished kiss flavored with desperation. Her own hands found brawn and heat as he slid onto the bed, his weight pressing her deliciously into the mattress.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She gave him a wicked smile. “Good.”
He laughed, the sound midway between a chuckle and a groan of hunger. “Vixen.” As if starved, he bent his head to sample her lips, the angle of her jaw, the curve of her collar bone, stringing a line of hard kisses and gentle bites along her skin. Fire poured through her veins to pool low in her belly.
“God, I missed you.” Closing her eyes, she fisted her hands in his short, silky hair, not even noticing when she knocked off his Stetson.
“Not as much as I missed you.” He lifted his head to look at her. Even without the shadowing hat, she couldn’t see him clearly, though she could feel the love and the need in him. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.” His low voice vibrated with a fierce determination that made her frown.
“What’s wrong, Cowboy?” She caught his face between her hands. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing, darlin’.” She could hear the strained smile in his voice. “I’m just a dream, remember? I’m not even real.”
Before she could protest, he dropped his head to her breasts. His tongue flicked the stiff points as his teeth scraped delicate flesh.
“You sure don’t feel like a dream,” she moaned, dropping her head back on the pillow as lush, glittering pleasure built beneath her skin. Her legs fell bonelessly apart. “Then again, maybe you do.”
He stroked down her thigh to find her sex. “Mmmmm,” he purred. “Don’t wake up.” Long fingers slipped inside in one possessive thrust. “At least, not yet.”
Her eyes slid closed. Instinctively, she dug her fingers into his powerful shoulders, seeking an anchor against the pleasure that swamped her with each caress and kiss. “Are you sure…” She sucked in a gasp. “…sure this isn’t real?”

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