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frowning when he left.
 Don t you have a meeting with some visiting cattlemen today? Winnie asked Boone.
 Yes, for a couple of hours. They want to see our artificial insemination labs.
 I have to get to work, Winnie said reluctantly. She glanced at Keely.  Clark s already gone up to
Dallas for a meeting with some investors, and Mrs. Johnston s gone shopping.
 Bailey will protect me, she told them, reaching down to pet the old dog.
 You won t need protecting now, Boone said gently.  Your father and Jock are safely behind bars at
the detention center in San Antonio. They don t lose prisoners.
 So we hear, Winnie had to agree.  Make sure you keep the doors locked, she cautioned Keely.
 Of course I will, she said, smiling.  Don t worry. I survived a rattlesnake bite.
 You re tough all right, Winnie had to admit.  I ll be back as soon as I get off work. Take care.
 You, too, Keely said gently.
Winnie bent to kiss her and Boone before she left for her job. She managed to hide her heartbreak
from them. She didn t want to spoil their joy in each other.
The house was very quiet, with only the two of them in it, both still in their pajamas. Boone looked at
Keely with an expression she d never seen on his face before. He got up slowly, pulled out her chair,
swung her up into his arms and started for the staircase.
 Time for dessert, he whispered, bending to her mouth.
 It was breakfast. You don t have dessert with breakfast.
 Yes, we do.
He kissed her hungrily. After a few seconds, Keely forgot her protests, wrapped her good arm around
his neck and kissed him back with enthusiasm. He laughed softly at her innocent eagerness, and
proceeded to teach her the proper technique. By the time they got back to his room, she was ready for
promotion to the next level.
He put her down long enough to close and lock the door. His high cheekbones were faintly flushed
with the force of his desire.  It s been years, he bit off, his dark eyes blazing down into hers.  I want
you.
She was breathless, frightened, exhilarated, all at once. But those old scruples were grinding away at
her.
 I know, he said softly.  You want to wait for a ceremony. That s weeks away. He pulled her to him,
pushed her hips against the hard thrust of his body.  Don t make me wait, he whispered huskily.
 Boone&  She was torn, tortured.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the jewelry box. He opened it. Inside were an emerald
solitaire and an emerald and diamond studded yellow gold set of rings.  Everybody in this house
knows that I intend to marry you. I ve had this set of rings for weeks, waiting for Hayes to get enough
evidence to put damned Misty and her father out of business! A piece of paper with a seal isn t going
to make that much difference. With this ring, he said tenderly, sliding the emerald solitaire onto her
ring finger,  I thee wed. The rest will come later. I love you, Keely, he added with reverence.  I ll
love you until I die. Will you marry me?
She could barely see the ring or him for the blur of tears.  Yes, she whispered.
He bent and drew his lips over hers, teasing them apart, coaxing them to admit the long, slow thrust of
his tongue into her mouth.
She gasped as a charge of passion as powerful as a lightning strike shook her slender body. The
shock was in her eyes when she met his.
 We begin here, now, Keely, he said solemnly.  The first day of the rest of our lives. Let me love
you.
She was already too far gone to think of refusing him. His hands were under the gown, making
nonsense of her fears about her scars. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, as his fingers smoothed
expertly over the thrust of her breasts, followed in short order by his hungry mouth.
 Yes, she whispered unsteadily. And for long, passionate minutes, she said nothing more.
He paused just long enough to protect her.  It s too soon for babies, he whispered against her damp
breasts.  We have a lot of living to do first. Then, when we re comfortable with each other, they ll
come naturally.
 I love children, she said softly.
He smiled.  So do I.
Her arm protested when she reached up to him, but she ignored the pain. He pleasured her for a long
time, until she was shivering all over with desire, pleading for an end to the anguish. At that moment,
she felt him lose control. She arched up eagerly to meet the hard downward thrust of his body and
tensed, crying out softly, as the barrier protested its invasion.
He hesitated, his whole body pulsing.  I hurt you, he ground out.
 Only a little, she whispered, because he looked as if it hurt him, too.  Don t stop.
 As if I could, he managed to say. He laughed as he moved again, and then he groaned and drove for
fulfillment, helpless to stop himself.
She moved with him, blind with need, pulsating with delight that grew sharper and more pleasurable
with every single second. She felt him in an intimacy that she d never dreamed possible. Her last
thought was that the culmination was going to kill her. The pleasure was so intense that, at the end, she
cried out in a high-pitched, keening little tone that she d never heard torn from her throat in her
lifetime.
They clung together in the aftermath. He was spent. He could hardly breathe. Under him, Keely was
holding tight, biting into his muscles with her short nails, still moving helplessly against him as the
pleasure ebbed and flowed in her untried body. She was only just learning that the peak wasn t really
the peak. She could feel the echoes of that intense, shattering climax happen over and over, just by
moving in the right way.
He indulged her for a time, but then his lean hand caught her hip and stilled her.  No more, he
whispered.  You re very new to this. It will be uncomfortable if we don t stop.
 Oh, she protested.
He kissed her tenderly.  Besides, he whispered,  we re tempting fate. These things are only good for
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