The Durango Affair. Brenda JacksonЧитать онлайн книгу.
still, thoughts of Savannah Claiborne clung to him, did things to him. And no matter how many times he told himself she was just another woman, some small thing would trigger memories of that night, and along with the memories came the startling realization that she wasn’t just another woman. She was in a class all by herself. At those times he could almost feel her lying beside him, beneath him, while he touched her, stroked her and coaxed her to take him deeper while he satisfied the pulsing ache within him….
Needing to get a grip, he forced his breathing back to normal and compelled his body to relax. He turned around and headed for the phone, deciding to call the rangers’ station. They were down one park ranger due to Lonnie Berman being in the hospital for knee surgery, and if they needed an extra hand, Durango had no problem going in.
As he dialed the phone he felt his control sliding back into place. That was good. That was the way he wanted it and that was the way he intended to keep it.
Savannah Claiborne stood in front of the solid oak door, not believing that she had finally arrived in Montana and that in a few moments she would come face-to-face with Durango Westmoreland again. When she had made the decision to come and meet with him instead of making a phone call, she hadn’t thought that delivering the news would be difficult.
Now that she was here she was discovering that it was.
She shook her head at her own stupidity, asking herself for the one hundredth time how such a thing could have happened to her. She wasn’t a teenager who hadn’t been educated on safe sex. She was a twenty-seven-year-old woman who knew the score about birth control. Too bad she had been too busy celebrating her sister’s nuptials to remember to take her Pill, which had left her unprotected and was the main reason she would be having a baby in seven months.
And to make a sad song even sadder, she knew very little about her baby’s daddy other than that he was a park ranger and that, in her opinion, he was an expert at making love…and, evidently, at making babies, whether he had intended to make this one or not.
She also knew from the discussions she’d had with her sister that Durango was a devout bachelor and intended to stay that way. She had no plans to change that status but was merely here to deliver the news. What he did with it was his business. Her goal was to return to Philly and become a single parent. Getting pregnant might not have been in her immediate plans, but she definitely wanted this baby.
She paused after lifting her hand to knock on the door and released a deep breath. She was actually nervous about seeing Durango again. The last time she had seen him was when he had walked out of her hotel room two months ago after spending the night with her.
A one-night stand was definitely not her style. She had never been one to indulge in a casual affair. But that night she had gotten a little tipsy and emotional after seeing just how happy her sister was. It really was pathetic. She could never handle alcohol and she knew it. And yet she had fallen into the partying spirit and had imbibed a little anyway.
Since that night, Durango had haunted her dreams and had been the cause of many sleepless nights…and now it appeared he was partly to blame for interrupting her mornings, as well. Recently she had begun to experience bouts of morning sickness.
The only other person who knew about her pregnancy was her sister Jessica. Jess had agreed with her that Durango had a right to know about the pregnancy and that Savannah should tell him in person.
Breathing in deeply, she inhaled and knocked on the door. His SUV was parked out front, which meant he was home.
Savannah swallowed against the thickness in her throat when she heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Then the door opened. She literally stopped breathing when she looked into Durango’s face, beyond his toe-curling handsome features to see the surprise that lit his eyes.
Standing tall in the doorway, wearing a pair of jeans and a Western-style shirt that covered his broad shoulders and muscular chest, he looked just as gorgeous as before—bigger than life and sexier than sin. Her gaze studied all the features that had first captured her attention: the close-cropped curly black hair, his chestnut coloring, well-defined mouth and intense dark eyes.
“Savannah? This is a surprise. What are you doing here?”
Savannah’s stomach tightened once again; she knew what she was experiencing was probably the same effect Durango had on countless other women. She took a deep breath and tried not to think about that. “I need to talk to you, Durango. May I come in?” she said in a quick rush.
He quirked an eyebrow and stared at her. Then he took a step back and said, “Sure. Come on in.”
Durango was certain he didn’t possess a sixth sense; however, he found it pretty damn eerie that the woman he had been thinking about just hours earlier had materialized on his doorstep at the worst possible time to be in Montana. Although January was the coldest month in the mountains, February wasn’t much better. Whatever she wanted to talk to him about had to be mighty important to bring her all the way to his neck of the woods in the winter.
He studied her for a moment, watched as she removed her overcoat, knitted hat and gloves. “Would you care for something to drink? I just made a pot of hot chocolate,” he said, still at a loss as to why she was there and finding it hard to believe that she really was.
“Yes, thanks. It would certainly warm me up some.”
He nodded. Now that she had removed all the heavy outer garments and stood before him in a pair of designer slacks and a cashmere pullover sweater, he couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering over her body. It was as perfect as he remembered. Her breasts were still full and firm, her waist was small and her hips were nicely curvy. His gaze then moved to her caramel-colored face. It was as beautiful as before, even more so, he thought. And those eyes…
He inhaled deeply. Those hazel eyes had been his downfall. He had been a goner from the moment he had first gazed into them at the rehearsal dinner. And the night when they had made love and he had held her gaze when she had reached a climax, locking into those eyes had sent him over the edge. He had experienced an orgasm that had been out of this world. Even now he couldn’t help but swallow hard at the memory.
But then all it took was a look at her sleek designer attire for Durango to remember that Savannah was a city girl. She had the words dignified and refined stamped all over her, although he could clearly remember when she’d tossed gentility out the window and displayed a distinct streak of wildness that one night.
Suddenly the memory of all they had done that night made every ounce of blood in his body race to his groin. Jeez. He had to get a grip. What happened to that control he had gotten hold of earlier? He was behaving like a horny teenager instead of a thirty-five-year-old man.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he managed to say after clearing his throat. “I’ll be back in a second.”
He walked off, wondering why he was handling her with kid gloves. Usually when a woman showed up at his house unannounced he told them in a nice or not-so-nice way, depending on his mood, to haul ass and not come back unless he issued an invitation. The only excuse he could come up with was that since she was Chase’s sister-in-law, he was making her an exception to his rule. And yet he had an unsettling feeling that there was something different about her, something he couldn’t put his finger on.
When he returned with the hot chocolate he intended to learn the real reason for Savannah’s surprise visit.
Savannah watched Durango leave the room. What she was about to do wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to do the right thing. He deserved to know. Who knows? He might end up being a better father to his child than her father had been to her, Jessica and their brother, Rico.
She smiled when she thought of her brother. Although he wouldn’t like the thought of her being a single parent, he would look forward to being an uncle. And if Durango didn’t want to play a part in his child’s life, Rico would readily step in as a father figure.
Savannah sighed and glanced around, taking a real good look at her surroundings through