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Ja
"Do you hear me?" Ty demanded, clenching himself against the unbearable seduction of her body.
"Yes," she whispered. Her hips lifted slightly, then circled, seducing him, loving him. "I heard you the first time you told me in the valley."
"What?"
Ty's past words echoed cruelly within Ja
"I know that I'm not the silken lady of your dreams," Ja
Ty didn't argue or protest her words.
Ja
"But you still want me?" Ty persisted. "No games, no secret plans, no regrets?" He locked their bodies together suddenly, a joining so deep and hot and complete that it tore a low cry from his throat, a cry that was her name. He rocked against her with tiny, intense motions, burning up, buried in fire and wanting it, all of it, burning. "Do you still want this?"
"I want…" Ja
"Ja
She tried to move, to take from him what he was withholding. It was impossible. He was too strong, too skilled, and she loved him.
"Yes, damn you," she whispered achingly. "Yes!"
Ty heard only the agreement, not the pain. He let out his pent breath in a ragged groan.
"I need you," he said in a low voice. His hips began to move in quickening rhythms as shudder after shudder of tension went through his powerful body. "God help me, I've never needed any woman like this."
Ja
The sensual generosity of Ja
Ja
Her legs twisted around his waist and her body shivered, her mouth bit into his, her nails scored his back; and he smiled and spoke dark words to her as he slipped his arms beneath her knees and slowly pulled her legs up his body, over his shoulders, opening her to him fully.
With deep, shuddering pleasure Ty drove again and again into the satin heat of Ja
Ja
And he thought he was dying as he poured himself into her wildly shivering, welcoming body.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Utterly spent, Ty groaned softly and laid his head next to Ja
When his lips brushed her cheek he tasted tears. The thought that his ecstasy had caused Ja
"I'm sorry," Ty said, kissing Ja
Ja
Ty held her, rocking her in his arms, hating himself for hurting the girl who had saved his life at such great risk to her own.
"I owe you so much more than this…" he whispered, and he was haunted by the silken lady of whom he had dreamed so long, the wife who would be the greatest adornment of the life he would build to replace what war had taken away. "Oh God, what have I done to you, to myself?"
Ja
"You didn't hurt me."
"Like hell I didn't."
"Ty, you didn't. I felt nothing but pleasure."
He heard Ja
"You're so i
"I understand that you didn't hurt me."
"I didn't hurt…" Ty's laughter was low and as harsh as the guilt clawing at him. His hands tightened on Ja
Ja
"Never mind, little one," Ty said, his voice low and empty, echoing with despair at the death of his personal dream, the silken lady who now would forever be beyond his reach. "It was my fault, not yours. I'll marry you as soon as we get to the fort."
It took Ja
"Like burning hell you'll marry me," Ja
"What?"
"I may be suited only to be a saloon girl, but I keep my word."
"Ja
"No! I said that I wouldn't ask for any promises or have any regrets or any secret plans," she whispered angrily, telling herself that hopes weren't the same as plans.