Broken Road

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Getting them both up stairs was going to be a problem. Mr. Canter was awake yet couldn’t quite mange to walk in a straight line and Devil was trying to balance them both which was proving harder then it looked. They bumped along on the stairs and Devil tried not to smile at the things the silly man was saying.

   He was more of a teddy bear then a grizzly bear at the moment and she was loving every moment of it. How often did you get to see a powerful man like that? Never. She was so going to use this against him when he was more of his normal self again.

   Devil grinned. “What fun,” she murmured.

   “Fun?” Winthrop grinned down at her. “We could have some real fun.”

   Oh boy. Devil wanted to fan herself.

   “Not until you sleep, shave, and shower,” Devil said with all the mock seriousness she could muster.

   Winthrop lost his smile and nodded solemnly. “I heard the ladies like a clean man,” he said quietly.

   Devil puzzled that over and asked about the word that had her confused. “Heard?”

   He nodded again. “Yeah. Not like I would know though. Being a ‘woman hater’ and all and no woman ever being on the ranch.” He eyed her from the corner of one silvery blue eye with far more clarity then he should have. “Do you like a clean man, little lady?”

   Devil swallowed thickly and shifted under the new embarrassment she felt at his words. Just as quick as the embarrassment came it turned into frustration she couldn’t understand. So she did the only thing she could.

   She shook her head. “I wouldn’t know myself; I didn’t spend much time around men. Not that I wanted too, but I imagine that we both would rather be clean.”

   The truth had seemed to be a rather good answer and he only smiled faintly as they made it to his room.

   They stumbled as his foot caught the edge of a rug on the floor and they tumbled onto the bed in an ungraceful tangle of arms and legs.

   “Ugh,” Devil grunted as Mr. Canter landed on top of her. The man was a lot heavier then he looked and she would have thought. His lean weight pressed her down into the silkily softness of the mattress and covers.

   Winthrop shifted his weight so that he wouldn’t squish her, yet just enough to keep her pinned against himself. He knew that he was a bit over the edge, had a bit to much to drink and had to much of her on his mind. Yet what could a simple kiss hurt?

   He leaned in slowly giving her plenty time to push him off yet she didn’t, he took that as a good sign. As he leaned in her eyes widened and her mouth parted the briefest fraction and that was all the invitation he needed. He brushed his lips against her’s in a bare tease, and then he went for the kill.

   Devil was dazed at how quickly a kiss could turn from teasing to demanding in only a few seconds. So she closed her eyes and went for a ride.

   Somehow she lost track of what was going on and only seemed to notice that something more was happening when she found herself with her shirt over her head and tossed onto the floor.

   “What are you doing?” Devil gasped.

   “What do you think?” asked a deep husky rumble against her neck.

   Devil shivered in delight at the moist feeling as he nibbled his way down her throat and to the hollow of her neck.

   Okay, she was really going to have to stop this soon. Real soon…and yet she didn’t want to. But it had to stop now. Before it went to far.