Free Tina Leonard - A Callahan Outlaw's Twins by Tina Leonard

withstanding this onslaught of female invitation. She slipped her hand down his abs, flattening her palm above his groin. “But I don’t need a psychological evaluation. I need you.”
    He was only so much of a saint. In fact, he wasn’t a saint at all. Sloan rolled over, crushing her beneath him. He took her hand, shoved it up above her head so that he pinned her. “Kendall, tomorrow you’ll feel differently. Tonight you’re scared. I understand that. But I’m not the answer.”
    “I’m not looking for answers.” She moved his hand off her wrist and ran her palms up his back, pressing him closer. “You treat me like a china doll. As if you’re afraid of me.”
    “I’m not...” Kendall did scare the hell out of him. They had nothing in common except Rancho Diablo, which wasn’t even his home, nor hers.
    The problem was how much he wanted her.

Chapter Eight
    It wasn’t easy throwing herself out on the edge. Kendall knew Sloan would probably have some kind of alpha-male fit all over her for trying to seduce him. He treated her like she was too fragile to have human emotions. She did—and right now, she was giving in to them.
    “I want you, Sloan.”
    He didn’t reply. He’d tensed up, practically a hard stone fortress in her arms—but then his lips touched hers, seeking, before turning demanding.
    Sparks ignited inside her. She kissed him back, drawing him to her, not about to let him get up on his good-soldier horse and ride away. Moving her hips beneath his, she teased and mocked his self-control, daring him to turn away from her.
    He groaned, and the teasing turned to urgency. Sloan kissed her like a dying man, his touch stroking, invading, loving.
    Kendall thought she would scream if he didn’t let go of his iron self-control. He was hard and muscular in her arms, his lips everywhere—and at the moment she thought she was going to die if she didn’t get him inside her. But then Sloan slid her legs open, filling her.
    She closed her eyes, holding him tight, enjoying the rocking of their bodies. Stars seemed to glitter behind her eyes and she opened them to center herself. Sloan kissed her deeply, his mouth hungrily devouring hers, and there was no centering herself.
    She let the magic completely possess her.
    * * *
    O KAY . H E ’ D LOST his mind.
    There was no other way to explain what he’d done last night. Sloan had slept with Kendall wrapped around him, his face buried in her hair. When he’d climbed from the bed to head out into the cold for the chores, he’d had to shove away the desire to linger, make love to her again. Kendall murmured a sleepy protest when he left, but he didn’t allow her siren song to entice him.
    He met his brothers in the barn. “Where’s the scout?”
    “Gone.” Galen glanced his way. “Is that lipstick on your mouth?”
    Sloan scrubbed a hand across his face. “Hell, no.”
    “Didn’t think so.” Galen slung a saddle onto a dark chestnut Thoroughbred and grinned. “You wouldn’t fall for your assignment.”
    He wouldn’t. Sloan grabbed a pitchfork and began tossing hay into stalls. “Gone where?”
    “Falcon and Tighe are dropping him off somewhere.” Galen’s face gave nothing away. “It’ll be a while before he makes it back this way.”
    Sloan nodded. “Good.” Wherever his brothers took the scout, they’d be careful about not leaving tracks. “Did we get any info about who hired him?”
    “Not much. Just what we already knew, which is that there are three mercs out there in the canyons, confirming the chief’s count.”
    Sloan didn’t feel comforted that there were only three. “Had he managed to communicate any of our information or positions?”
    “No. He claimed he was supposed to check in last night.”
    “Do we believe him?”
    Galen shrugged. “It’s irrelevant. What he’ll let them know—when he gets out of the endless canyon he’s taken to—is that we know about them. It will move the game forward more quickly than