The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [56]
Savannah didn’t know what to say other than thanks and good night to everyone once the guys had helped Durango load all the packages into his truck.
“I never thought I’d live to see the day that Durango Westmoreland fell so hard for a woman,” Penny Washington, another park ranger, came and whispered in Savannah’s ear. “The two of you look so happy together.”
It was on the tip of Savannah’s tongue to say that looks were deceiving, but then she changed her mind. She wasn’t sure how Durango actually felt about being with her, but she could inwardly admit she was very happy being with him. And that, she thought, was beginning to be the root of a very serious problem. It was all fine and dandy when the two of them had wanted the same thing out of their marriage—no emotional ties. But now she loved him, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend otherwise.
“Ready?”
She glanced up and noticed Durango had come back inside the house. She saw the look in his eyes. She recognized it. She was becoming used to it. But still, that didn’t stop the sensation of air being ripped right out of her lungs. Already she felt her entire body melting.
She cleared her throat. “Yes,” she said.
“Wait a minute, Durango. You know how these types of gatherings are supposed to end. You have to kiss your bride for us,” one of the rangers called out.
Durango smiled and hollered back, “Hey, that’s no problem.” And then he leaned down and kissed her in front of everyone, taking her mouth as passionately and as thoroughly as he’d done when they’d been alone. His kiss made her want and desire him…and love him even more. The cheers, catcalls and whistles went unnoticed. She was too busy drowning in the taste of the man who was her temporary husband.
Durango had only made it partway to the ranch when he couldn’t take it any longer. Pulling his truck over to the side off the road, he cut off the ignition then, after unsnapping their seat belts, he reached across the seat and pulled Savannah into his arms. He needed another kiss.
Her lips parted instantly, eagerly. She was full of fire and heat and the more he devoured her mouth, the more she returned his passion.
He liked the sound of her whimpering in pleasure; he liked the feel of her wiggling in his lap, trying to get even closer; and he liked the scent of her scintillating perfume.
He reluctantly withdrew his mouth from hers. If he didn’t stop now they would wind up making love in his truck and he didn’t want that. He wanted a bed. “As soon as we get home I’m going to teach you a skill every woman should know.”
A quick surge of heat rushed through Savannah at his words. “And what skill is that?”
He gently squeezed her nipples through her blouse and grinned ruefully. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He then placed her back in her seat and snapped her seat belt in place.
Sitting beside him the rest of the way to the ranch was torture for Savannah. He had turned her on and there was no way she could get turned off. In silence she glanced over at him. It was a moonless night but the glow from the SUV’s console was all the light she needed to study his profile and note the intensity that lined his features. She quickly realized that he was as turned on as she was.
When they reached the ranch he brought the truck to a stop, got out, strode over to the passenger side, opened the door, unsnapped her seat belt and lifted her into his arms. Walking swiftly, he headed for the house.
“What about the gifts?” she asked, pressing her face into his chest, relishing the masculine scent of him.
“I’ll unload everything tomorrow. There’s no time tonight.”
She smiled, thinking he was certainly making time for something. He opened the door and, after kicking it back shut with the heel of his boot, he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
She didn’t have to wonder what would happen next.
Durango undressed her in record time and then proceeded to undress. Soon he had her on her back and purring like a cat.
He touched