Do you deny that you want me, Miranda?” he whispered seductively. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Was he going to kiss her? Her nerves coiled tighter, her anticipation ramping up another notch. “Isn’t that the real reason you came out here with me?” His mouth hovered inches from hers, his hot, humid breath inciting tiny ripples down her spine. “If I can’t hear it from your lips, I’ll make your body speak.

I’ve had a raging hard-on since you started this whole damned breeding discussion.

What do I want?” His arms caged her on either side, his body pressing hot and hard against hers. “You, Aiwattsi. Only you.

Times may change, but I guess cowboys don’t.

Why is it that the last people you’d ever want to see naked are always the first to take off their clothes?

I’m beginning to think even wild horses couldn’t have kept me away from you.

He dipped his head and murmured against her mouth, "Would it surprise you to know the only one I've ever really wanted was you?

A good stallion woos his mare."...--- Being really well hung and turned on probably works in his favor," he added with a teasing smile.

I don't care about the future," she said. "Why not concentrate on the present and hold me?

DeVere smiled. "A mistress is a fine thing, Ned, but a married mistress with a compacent husband is the very best bargain. They cost far less tokeep, make fewer demands, and should any inconvenient package arrive, it may easily be presented to the cuckold, an altogether neat arrangement.