Diana Palmer Christmas Collection: The Rancher / Christmas Cowboy / A Man of Means / True Blue / Carrera's Bride / Will of Steel / Winter Roses

Outside the door, there were muffled voices.

“Oh, God,” he said apprehensively.

He untied the red ribbon that had the top securely tied, and out popped a raging mad Dorothy Wayne.

“I’ll kill them!” she yelled.

Big booted feet ran for safety out in the hall.

Corrigan started laughing and couldn’t stop. Honest to God, his well-meaning brothers were going to be the death of him.

“I hate them, I hate this ranch, I hate Jacobsville, I hate you…mmmfff!”

He stopped the furious tirade with his mouth. Amazing how quickly she calmed down when his arms went around her and he eased her gently out of the chair and down onto the long leather couch.

She couldn’t get enough breath to continue. His mouth was open and hungry on her lips and his body was as hard as hers was soft as it moved restlessly against her.

She felt his hands on her hips and, an instant later, he was lying between her thighs, moving in a tender, achingly soft rhythm that made her moan.

“I love you,” he whispered before she could get a word out.

And then she didn’t want to get a word out.

His hands were inside her blouse and he was fighting his way under her skirt when they dimly heard a key turn in the lock.

The door opened and three pair of shocked, delighted eyes peered in.

“You monsters!” she said with the last breath she had. She was in such a state of disarray that she couldn’t manage anything else. Their position was so blatant that there was little use in pretending that they were just talking.

“That’s no way to talk to your brothers-in-law,” Leo stated. “The wedding’s next Saturday, by the way.” He smiled apologetically. “We couldn’t get the San Antonio symphony orchestra to come, because they have engagements, but we did get the governor to give you away. He’ll be along just before the ceremony.” He waved a hand at them and grinned. “Carry on, don’t mind us.”

Corrigan fumbled for a cushion and flung it with all his might at the door. It closed. Outside, deep chuckles could be heard.

Dorie looked up into Corrigan’s steely gray eyes with wonder. “Did he say the governor’s going to give me away? Our governor? The governor of Texas?”

“The very one.”

“But, how?”

“The governor’s a friend of ours. Simon worked with him until the wreck, when he retired from public office. Don’t you ever read a newspaper?”

“I guess not.”

“Never mind. Just forget about all the details.” He bent to her mouth. “Now, where were we…?”

The wedding was the social event of the year. The governor did give her away; along with all four brothers, including the tall, darkly distinguished Simon, who wore an artificial arm just for the occasion. Dorie was exquisite in a Paris gown designed especially for her by a well-known couturier. Newspapers sent representatives. The whole world seemed to form outside the little Presbyterian church in Victoria.

“I can’t believe this,” she whispered to Corrigan as they were leaving on their Jamaica honeymoon. “Corrigan, that’s the vice president over there, standing beside the governor and Simon!”

“Well, they sort of want Simon for a cabinet position. He doesn’t want to leave Texas. They’re coaxing him.”

She just shook her head. The Hart family was just too much altogether!

That night, lying in her new husband’s arms with the sound of the ocean right outside the window, she gazed up at him with wonder as he made the softest, sweetest love to her in the dimly lit room.

His body rose and fell like the tide, and he smiled at her, watching her excited eyes with sparks in his own as her body hesitated only briefly and then accepted him completely on a gasp of shocked pleasure.

“And you were afraid that it was going to hurt,” he chided as he moved tenderly against her.

“Yes.” She was gasping for air, clinging, lifting to him in shivering arcs of involuntary rigor. “It’s…killing me…!”

“Already?” he chided, bending to brush his lips over her swollen mouth. “Darlin’, we’ve barely started!”

“Barely…? Oh!”

He was laughing. She could hear him as she washed up and down on waves of ecstasy that brought unbelievable noises out of her. She died half a dozen times, almost lost consciousness, and still he laughed, deep in his throat, as he went from one side of the bed to the other with her in a tangle of glorious abandon that never seemed to end. Eventually they ended up on the carpet with the sheet trailing behind them as she cried out, sobbing, one last time and heard him groan as he finally shuddered to completion.

They were both covered with sweat. Her hair was wet. She was trembling and couldn’t stop. Beside her, he lay on his back with one leg bent at the knee. Incredibly he was still as aroused as he’d been when they started. She sat up gingerly and stared at him, awed.

He chuckled up at her. “Come down here,” he dared her.

“I can’t!” She was gasping. “And you can’t…you couldn’t…!”

“If you weren’t the walking wounded, I sure as hell could,” he said. “I’ve saved it all up for eight years, and I’m still starving for you.”

She just looked at him, fascinated. “I read a book.”

“I’m not in it,” he assured her. He tugged her down on top of him and brushed her breasts with his lips. “I guess you’re sore.”

She blushed. “You guess?”

He chuckled. “All right. Come here, my new best friend, and we’ll go to sleep, since we can’t do anything else.”

“We’re on the floor,” she noted.

“At least we won’t fall off next time.”

She laughed because he was outrageous. She’d never thought that intimacy would be fun as well as pleasurable. She traced his nose and bent to kiss his lips. “Where are we going to live?”

“At the ranch.”

“Only if your brothers live in the barn,” she said. “I’m not having them outside the door every night listening to us.”

“They won’t have to stand outside the door. Judging from what I just heard, they could hear you with the windows closed if they stood on the town squa… Ouch!”

“Let that be a lesson to you,” she told him dryly, watching him rub the nip she’d given his thigh. “Naked men are vulnerable.”

“And you aren’t?”