Expecting The Cowboy's Baby. Charlene Sands

instinct Jake cupped her head, feeling the silkiness of her short hair fall through his fingers. He bent her head up and brought his mouth down, taking a full taste from her lips. She was sweet and giving and her mouth moved with his too well. She made a little whimpering sound that sped his pulse and he deepened the kiss, pressing her closer, realizing that their bodies touched intimately. Jake backed up slightly, holding her away, fearful she’d know the true extent of his desire. He wanted her. But he wasn’t going to do a darn thing about it.

      He was righting a past wrong, doing them each a favor, and then they’d part company, just as he’d pledged.