Ride the Wind — Katharine Kincaid

Into the old West, where stampeding horses and a runaway love blaze a path to glory...

A TASTE OF DESTINY

"Give me a taste of your sweetness, Maggie. A single taste is all I want."

It seemed inevitable that they should meet like this, and the very thing Maggie had been yearning for would finally happen. Joe bent down to her. Lowering his hands to her shoulders, lie feathered soft kisses down the side of her face to her earlobe, which he took between his teeth and gently nipped. She shivered in helpless reaction, aware of him with her entire body.

Then he was kissing her--a real kiss, mouth to mouth. Her breasts--suddenly full and aching--grazed his chest, but he did not try to pinion her or force her in any way . . . and because he demanded nothing, she gave him everything . . .