She had always wondered what it would feel like, always wondered whether it truly brought the immeasurable ecstasy that made it something to be whispered about. All she had to do was trust Jesse enough to allow him to love her as he so clearly wanted to do.
She opened her mouth to agree, but no sound came out. She swallowed hard and slowly nodded her head.
Jesse's quick grin surprised her. "You won't be sorry," he said. Just as quickly the grin disappeared. "You only have to say the word and I'll stop. This is supposed to please us both. All right?"
Honey nodded again.
She was surprised when he rose and kissed her on the mouth again. He took his time kissing his way back down her body, but she knew where he was heading. By the time he got there she was more aroused than she could ever remember being.
For Jesse had not relied on his mouth alone to make that journey. His callused hands had smoothed across her flesh, rinding her breasts and teasing them, taunting her by rolling her nipples between fingers and thumb. He had caressed ribs and hipbones and the length of her back from her nape to the dimples at the curve of her spine. She was sure she would find impressions of his fingers on her buttocks where he had lazily learned the shape of them.
Finally he lifted her in his hands while his tongue teased her. She gasped as her body tautened. She grabbed handfuls of the wool blanket to keep from touching him, lest he think she wanted him to stop. For she didn't. Oh, no, she did not!
Honey felt the ripples building, felt her inner flesh clenching, felt the muscles in her thighs tighten until she could not move. And still he kissed her. Loved her. Teased her with his mouth and tongue.
She moaned and writhed in pleasure. Her body arched toward him and at last her hands reached for him, clutching at his shoulders as though he could save her from the cataclysmic-wondrous, astounding, remarkable- things her body threatened to do.
Honey did not want to let go of what little control she had left. There was no hiding the strong muscular contractions as she began climaxing beneath him. Excited, animal sounds came from her throat as she convulsed with pleasure.
Jesse met her eyes and watched the agony of ecstasy that she could not hide from him.
When it was over, she turned her face away from him. Her throat was swollen with emotion and tears stung her eyes.
"Honey?"
She heard the anxiety in his voice and tried to reassure him. But no sound would pass over the lump in her throat. She reached out and grasped his hand.
He lay down beside her and brushed a sweat-dampened lock of hair from her brow. "Are you all right?"
She nodded jerkily.
"You're not acting all right," he said.
She hid her face in his throat and clutched him around the waist.
He continued smoothing her hair and rubbing her back gently. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel from the tension in his body that he was troubled. She wanted to reassure him that she was all right, but she was simply so overwhelmed by what had happened that words did not seem sufficient to explain how she felt.
Eventually her breathing calmed and her throat relaxed. "It was so…"
Jesse put a finger under her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. "So what?"
"Beautiful," she whispered.
He hugged her hard then and rocked her back and forth. "I'm glad," he said. "I'm so glad. I was afraid-"
"It was wonderful," she said. Then, shyly, "I only hope you're going to give me the pleasure of returning the favor."
He grinned. "Someday soon," he promised. "Right now, there's something more I want from you."
"What's that?"
"This."
He nudged her knees apart and sheathed himself easily in her still half-aroused body.
When he kissed her again, Honey found the taste of herself still on his lips. She gave back to him that which he had given her. She was far beyond rational thought by that time, only wanting to join herself with him in any way she could.
Honey touched Jesse's body everywhere she could reach as he sought to bring her to a second pinnacle of pleasure. She wasn't really conscious of how she caressed him, but moved her hands in response to the way he arched his sinewy body beneath her, the way he moved toward her touch or away from it. By sheer luck she found a spot-the crease where belly met thighs-that made him shudder with pleasure.
Jesse did not allow her time to tarry. He lifted her legs up over his thighs and took them both on a journey of delight. After she had fallen off the world yet again, he poured his seed into her, his head arched back in ecstasy, every muscle taut with unspeakable pleasure.
Afterward, they both slept. It was nearly dark by the time Honey wakened. Jesse's head rested on his hand and he was staring down at her as though memorizing her features.
"It's late," she said.
"We'd better get dressed/' he agreed.
Neither of them moved.
"After tonight, I'll be finished with my work here," Jesse said at last.
Honey closed her eyes to hide the myriad emotions vying for dominance. "When will you be leaving?"
"Honey, I…"
She opened her eyes. "I'll miss you," she admitted. She reached up to touch his mouth with a fingertip. Was she responsible for the sensuous look of his swollen lower lip?
He took her hand in his and kissed each finger. "I love you, Honey. Will you marry me?"
Honey was so shocked her mouth fell open.
He nudged at her chin with a bent finger. "Catch a lot of flies that way," he teased in a husky voice.
But Honey saw how his hand trembled when he took it away. It was clear that despite his levity he cared a great deal about how she answered. She was so tempted to say yes! But it wasn't fair to marry Jesse without expressing the reservations she harbored.
"Are you willing to quit the Rangers?" she asked.
"Are you making that a condition of your acceptance?" he answered in a sharp voice.
Honey took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I think I am."
He was on his feet an instant later, pulling on his pants. "That's totally unreasonable, Honey, and you know it!" he ranted.
She was suddenly embarrassed to be naked when he was dressed. She grabbed at her shirt and stuck her arms into the sleeves. Honey searched for her panties and found them across the stall. She turned her back on Jesse to step into them and was conscious of the silence as she did. Over her shoulder she discovered him ogling her bottom.
She yanked her panties on and dragged her jeans over her legs. "I don't see what's so unreasonable about wanting a husband who'll be around to help run this ranch!"
"I'd be around!" he insisted.
"In between assignments," she retorted. "You forget, I've already been married to one Texas Ranger. You're as bad as Cale."
"Don't tar me with the same brush."
"How are you different?" she demanded. "You can't deny you take the same foolish, dangerous chances with your life that he did. And look what happened to him! I couldn't bear it if-"
Honey cut herself off and went searching for her socks.
Jesse grabbed her by the arms and forced her to face him. "I know you love me," he began.
"That isn't the point," Honey interrupted…
"Then you do love me?"
He stood there waiting for an answer. Honey grimaced and admitted, "I love you but-"
Jesse cut her off with a hard kiss. "Then all the rest is small stuff. We can work it out."
"You're not listening to me," Honey said, her voice rising as she felt control of the situation slipping away. "I won't marry you, Jesse. Not unless you're willing to give up the Rangers."
His mouth thinned in anger. "You're asking the impossible."
"Why is it impossible? There are other challenges in life besides hunting down outlaws."