Boot Hill Bride

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Author: Lauri Robinson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Western
Creamy-white skin flowed from her shoulders to her
    hips. It curved here and there, forming a sight not unlike
    what he'd expect to see near a European fountain—a statue
    made of the finest marble, chiseled into the essence of
    beauty. The blanket pooled across the mattress just below
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    the top of her pantaloons, the waistline highlighted by two
    remarkable dimples in the lowest curve of her back. Majestic
    Virgin is what the artist would title the creation.
    His body jolted, then grew tight as his blood heated close
    to boiling temperature. He shot off the bed, grabbed his
    pants, and tugged them on in record speed. His heart beat so
    hard it made his breath catch and throbbed strong enough to
    make his veins bulge under his skin. Once his pants were
    secure, he eased his speed, taking time to gain a reasonable
    amount of control over his shaking limbs.
    He pulled on his shirt and turned back to the bed. A
    tattered and torn gown hung off the foot. He walked over and
    picked it up. Examining the cotton, he asked, "Is this all you
    have to wear?"
    She scooted about, faced him. Big glistening eyes stared at
    him. Her weary gaze met his, and she gave a slight
    acknowledging nod.
    The gray blanket was now tucked beneath her armpits.
    She lifted one hand and plucked at her hair. The mass of
    tousled auburn waves fell to cover her shoulders, yet left
    enough creamy skin peeking out to prick at his already
    heightened senses. But it was the cleavage above the edge of
    the blanket that made him ogle for a moment before twisting
    about.
    He walked over to his storage chest, pulled out a pair of
    britches and shirt. Moving back to the bed, he laid them near
    her feet. "Here."
    "Thank you," she murmured and pulled the clothes closer.
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    "I'll, uh..." He glanced about the small space. "I'll go wait
    outside."
    "No!" She reached out, grabbing his arm. "Please don't go
    out there without me." She struggled to keep the blanket held
    tight with one hand while the fingernails on her other hand
    dug into his arm. "Just turn around, it'll only take me a
    second to get dressed."
    There was no way on earth he could deny her pleading
    look. He closed his eyes. Sighed. "All right."
    She eased her hold, and he pivoted and stared unseeingly
    straight ahead. The shuffle of material behind him echoed in
    his ears, sounding much louder than possible. He squeezed
    his eyes shut and tried to ignore the teasing visions playing
    behind his eyelids.
    "Done!"
    He shook the quivers from his body and turned about to
    gather his socks and boots. A low groan rumbled in his throat.
    He should never have looked. His white shirt, though
    buttoned all the way, left a large amount of glossy skin
    exposed below her neck. She'd tucked the shirttails into the
    brown britches he'd given her and tiny hands held the much
    too large waistband in a bunched knot. She looked adorable.
    His eyes strained to blink as they floated back to the shirt.
    Damn! He could see right through the thin material. Leaping
    back to the trunk, he pulled things out right and left, letting
    them flutter to the floor. Finally, snatching what he looked
    for, he held up a piece of rope and sliced it in two with the
    knife from his boot.
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    "Here, tie the pants up with this." He kept his eyes
    averted, handed the rope to her, and then started to dig in
    the trunk again. This time he pulled out a red-and-black plaid
    wool shirt. "And put this one over the other one."
    "Oh, thank you. It might be a bit chilly out yet."
    The air huffed out of his lungs. He rubbed at his now
    pounding temple. Chilly? Not even a blast of arctic air could
    relieve the heat racing through his body.
    "There all set," she said. "What do you think?"
    He turned around and swallowed, forcing his gaze to
    wander from her head to her toes.
    "Oh." She sat down on the bed. "I guess I should roll up
    the pant legs a
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