Free Seduction of Saber (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend #3) by Jevenna Willow Page B

her limbs wouldn’t cooperate with the desire to
propriety.
    “If I can.” A strange, husky tone set in her voice.
“But honestly? I planned on baking an apple pie this morning.”
    The man’s blond brow rose in unexpected interest. “That’s
a new one. Don’t think I’ve ever before heard it being called ‘ baking an
apple pie’ .”
    His fingers slipped into her thick hair, Saber trying
to pull her face toward his. His every intention to kiss her was mirrored in
his gaze.
    To stop this, Julia poked her finger at his chest.
“Oh, don’t you be so smug , Mr. Eight Second Wonder . We are not doing
whatever it is you think we might be doing. I’m telling you the truth. I
planned to bake an apple pie before you showed up on my doorstep unannounced. It
wasn’t my fault you got punched in the face by my angry father.”
    She shoved against his chest and got nowhere for the
effort, because Saber had held on tight. His fingers wrapped around her lower
back.
    “Dear Lord, if it wasn’t your fault, then who’s was
it?
    “Please Mr. Patterson, let me up?”
    “No, Little Darlin’, I like you exactly where you are…until
you answer the question.”
    “Liddy is coming over here only to help me getting you
to wake up, and now that you have, I should call her and tell her not to bother,
don’t you think?”
    She was trying to organize her feelings, as the heat
of his touch coursed throughout her body and went haywire.
    “Sure it isn’t because she wants to see for herself
such an incredible package?”
    Julia groaned. “Heard that one too, did you?”
    “Please don’t spoil anyone’s joy, Ms. Hillard. Let this
friend have her fun. Maybe you’ll get a worthy second opinion toward my
charming charisma, and why you find me so utterly fascinating .”
    Julia tried to push off the large man yet again, his
grin drawing her in. “Liddy’s had more than enough fun at my expense over the
years. She doesn’t need the courtesy.”
    “Still, this does feel comfortable…you on top of me,
smiling.”
    Julia did everything in her power not to smile, but
with a man like him, it was an unfortunate malady. “Charming charisma?
Fascinating? Now who’s the one taking advantage of the situation…and enormous
strength?” She cocked her brow in jest.
    “Of course it’s charming charisma, since it more than
explains why the ladies faun all over me,” he said.
    “I’m beginning to think that they faun all over you
only because you pull them onto you.”
    “Touché’”
    “Really, I need to get up. Let me go.” Julia pushed
again, her efforts wasted.
    “Let you go? Now way, Little Darlin’. You lied to me,
so there should be some form of punishment to that.”
    Doing a double take, she looked him square in the
eyes. “How so?”
    When had she lied to him? She ran most of her thoughts through her head and came
up empty. She never lies; not intentionally, and not unless necessary and for
the benefit of another.
    “This is a double bed. You said you had only a single
for me to use.”
    Ah! So that’s
what he meant? If she would just get her mind out of the gutter, perhaps she’d
be able to understand his thoughts much faster. “No. I said yours’ would
be a single bed, Mr. Patterson. And this is certainly not about to be your bed
for the foreseeable future.”
    “It’s not?” he teased recklessly. He ran his hand up
and down the length of her spine, sending shockingly ignitable tidal waves of
desire throughout her entire system, a veritable volcano erupting in the inner
core of her body, and producing one heck of a ‘get ready for anything’ mode .
    “Not on your life,” she said, quicker than even she expected.
    This time her shove finally got her somewhere. Julia
moved to her feet at the side of her bed, adjusting her clothing. Saber sat
upright and playfully frowned.
    “But I might get this fascinating body gored by a very
mean bull next Friday night. Might even get my head cracked open