Free WESTERN ROMANCE: A Ranch to Call Home (Texas Romance, Mail Order Bride Romance, Clean Romance, Christian Romance) (Clean and Wholesome Romance) by Grace Warren

walking through a fairy tale
land, she took tentative steps deeper into the library, toward the back
shelves. “We might have this place all to ourselves and you want to leave?”
               
Mary Anne moved deeper and deeper into the library with Alton patiently at her
heels. When she reached the very back, hidden by darkness and several tall
bookshelves, she ran her fingers over the dusty books.
               
“Breathtaking,” she said, pulling out a random book and opening it. Its pages
were old, it's scent washing over her. She smiled.
               
“Breathtaking,” Alton repeated.
               
Startled that Alton would say such a thing about a book, Mary Anne raised her
gaze. She blushed when she saw he was staring intently at her.
               
The heat that flushed her flesh made her head spin. She couldn’t
breath—couldn’t think. She stared into Alton’s hooded gaze, getting so lost in
it that she didn’t realize she was leaning forward until her lips were on his.
               
The kiss was soft at first, even a little clumsy as Mary Anne moved and parted
her lips to taste Alton. Then the kiss became rougher, Alton pushing himself
deeper into her until he was pressing her against the book shelf. She moaned,
allowing Alton’s tongue to move between her lips.
               
When they parted, she gasped his name. She wanted more. She moved to kiss him
again, but he was already kissing and sucking his way down her jaw and neck. As
he did so, he grinded himself against her, making her belly hot with pleasure
and need.
               
“Alton,” she whispered. “Please…”
               
He moaned, his lips brushing against her skin as he lowered his face to her
cleavage. He kissed her there while pulling at the neckline of her dress.
               
Desperate, Mary Anne maneuvered her arms around in order to unbutton her dress.
She was surprised that she felt relieved, not embarrassed, when she finally managed
to get the top half of her dress scrunched down around her waistline. Her torso
was covered in nothing but a corset now, and her arms were bare.
               
She was about to take off her corset when Alton, almost angrily, went about
tearing the thing apart.
               
“Alton!” she gasped. “I was going to put that back on.”
               
“Don’t need it,” he said, grunting when he ripped the corset from her body.
“Never needed it.” Then, with a sudden gentleness, he pulled down the rest of
her upper undergarments.
               
Air flowed easier through Mary Anne’s body. She would have relaxed at the
liberating sensation, had her breasts not been completely exposed to Alton’s
heated gaze. As he stared at them with a dark look of hunger, Mary Anne
quivered with anticipation and nervousness.
               
His eyes flickered to hers before he lowered himself and captured her left
nipple in his mouth.
               
Mary Anne gasped and bucked. Her nipple stiffened as his tongue swirled around
it, his teeth scraping across her breast every so often.
               
“God, Alton,” she moaned.
               
His hands dug into her bare waist while her hands dug into his clothed arms.
She pulled his sleeves downward. She wanted them off now. She wanted to see and
taste his skin the way he was seeing and tasting hers.
               
Compliant, yet seemingly reluctant, Alton pulled away and took off his jacket.
Mary Anne helped him take off his shirt with shaky hands. At the first chance
she got, she ran her fingers over his chest, his nipples, his abs—over anything
she could feel. As she did so, she felt Alton shiver.
               
She kissed his neck, her tongue darting out to taste him.
               
She yelped when Alton scooped her up in his arms and gently laid her on