Page 12 of The Rancher's Wedding Betrayal
"But ifyouwere my wife, then your children would be my children as well. Problem solved."
Eve could feel her cheeks turning warm.
He...
She...
And then...
"C-Children?"
“Yes, Evelline," Hunter answered solemnly. "Children. Otherwise known as mini-yous-and-mes, offspring, spawn—"
"I-I know what children means!"
"Then—" Hunter raised a brow. "Is ithowthey're made you have questions of?"
“I didn’t—”
“Because if that's simply the case, then please..."
Eve took a step back at the dangerous way his voice had turned into a purr.
"Allow me to further demonstrate.”
Uh oh...
She tried escaping, but it was too late, with Hunter moving with startling speed while her legs bumped against the edge of a lounge chair. "H-Hunter—"
His hands settled on her waist, and her heart banged against her chest.
"Stop this—"
"Not until I make you understand."
Oh gosh, the huskiness of his tone...
"P-People might see—"
"Then let's make sure we give them a good show."
Her eyes widened, and Hunter didn't hesitate to take advantage as soon as her lips parted in surprise. His mouth immediately claimed hers in a deep, hard kiss, his tongue thrusting in—
His Evelline moaned in surrender, her arms wrapping around his neck, and it was the sweetest damn thing he had ever heard.
Eve could barely think as Hunter's hands slid beneath her shirt, his large, strong hands kneading her swollen breasts and pinching her nipples until they, too, were aching with need. Heat pooled low in her belly, and another moan slipped out of her throat as he guided her down onto the lounge chair.
“Hunter—” she gasped as his mouth left hers to trail hot kisses down her neck.
“Shh.” He knelt between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you for eight years.”
Before she could process his words, he was pushing her t-shirt up, exposing her stomach to the night air. His lips traced a burning path from her navel downward, hands hooking into the waistband of her underwear.
Eve’s fingers tangled in his hair, not sure if she meant to push him away or pull him closer. “We can’t—”
“We can,” he countered, sliding the scrap of lace down her legs with his usual efficiency. “And we will.”
The cool night air against her exposed skin made Eve shiver, but Hunter’s mouth was hot as it traveled up her inner thigh. His stubble rasped against sensitive skin, sending jolts of electricity up her spine, and then...
