Long, Tall Texans: Rey & Long, Tall Texans: Curtis: Long, Tall Texans: Rey\Long, Tall Texans: Curtis by Diana PalmerMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
3 ⭐⭐⭐ - OK decent reads.
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Her father’s violent behavior at the house they shared was unnerving. They were both still grieving, but her father had taken the tragedy much harder.
Her clothes were mostly old, because by the time she made the mortgage payment and took care of the bills, there wasn’t much left over.
She’d gone to the party as a burlesque dancer. Sadly she looked more like a professional hooker in her garb.
...in his early twenties he’d had a fling with a woman he later found out was a private call girl. He’d been infatuated with her, and thought she loved him.
She was obviously poor. What better way to get money than to rob somebody?
He glanced at her and then was quiet. He didn’t like her. He didn’t trust her.
...she looked like a refugee from a bar brawl. Her left eye was swollen shut completely now.
“You don’t think I’m qualified to do anything else?”
“I don’t know you, Miss Johns,” he commented carelessly. “But you seem pretty domestic to me.”
He wasn’t handsome—except for Corrigan Hart, the rest of the brothers seemed cursed by a lack of conventional good looks.
I’m just making the position clear. We need a cook, not a prospective soul mate.” “Speak for yourself,” she told him, turning back to her door.
What if she was hiding something sordid in her past?
Basically Rey didn’t trust her.
He wondered how she could have remained single for so long, with her homemaking skills, not to mention her sweet personality and that knockout body.
He didn’t trust her.
His eyes searched hers intently. “I don’t need mothering,” he said, angered out of all proportion.
He could feel the faint tremor of her hands over his. Impulsively he bent his head and his mouth touched the side of her neck.
Meredith knew her knees were shaking.
His mouth became insistent as it moved slowly up her neck.
She was attracted to him, that was obvious, but it was as if she didn’t know what to do.
“Taste my mouth, the way I’m tasting yours. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.”
There were too many things he still didn’t know about her, and he didn’t trust her.
“Why did you do that?” she asked huskily. One dark eyebrow lifted. He didn’t smile. “Why did you let me?” he shot back.
She had no idea why he’d kissed her, but she didn’t trust his motives. He didn’t like her.
“The whole reason for the women’s movement is so that women can have the freedom to do as they please. I’m not promiscuous. Why should I need an excuse?”
“It’s been a while since I found a woman so desirable,” he whispered, bending to her mouth.
“It’s not my fault that every time I turn around, she’s drooling over me! A saint could be tempted by a woman whose eyes worship him like that. I’m only human!”
She has no ambition, no intellect. Besides that, she’s so inexperienced, it’s unreal. I never thought kissing a woman could be boring, until she came along,”
“She’s so naive, it’s nauseating.”
Her pride felt tattered.
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