A Touch Of Silk
Manhattan reporter Kay Freemont spends her days writing about sex–and her nights wondering what all the hype is about.So when sexy, single Quinn Scofield places an advertisement in her magazine for a wife, Kay decides it’s way past time she found out! Although Kay knows she’s too repressed to live out her most forbidden fantasies, under Quinn’s imaginative tutelage she becomes more in tune with her own sensuality.This city girl thinks she has time for only a red-hot fling–unless Quinn has his way, and she accepts his offer of a lifetime of incredible sex!
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Frigid women didn’t wear stockings and garters and sexy black lace bras.
They didn’t travel more than three thousand miles in search of sexual release. Quinn admired Kay’s courage more than he could say, and he was even more determined to help her find pure pleasure.
Quinn hauled her across the seat toward him, wrapping his arms around her. His body ached to be joined with hers. He wanted to be buried inside her until she became a part of him.
Kay was as eager as he. Her lips parted in anticipation, her breathing sped up. “And you want me?” she whispered.
He guided her hand to his rock-solid erection. “You tell me.”
Then without warning, she scooted her tush across the seat until her hot body was flush with his. She pressed those sweet, honeyed lips to the pulse at his throat and lightly bit down.
“What are you doing?” His voice was so husky, so soaked with desire, he could scarcely hear his own words.
“Take me home with you,” she whispered. “Make love to me right now.”
He shook his head. “We can’t. Because you’re still not ready.”
Dear Reader,
Last year it was my good fortune to travel to Alaska. Never have I been so awestruck as I was by our great forty-ninth state. On my journey I met many colorful, vibrant Alaskans. It takes a special breed to live in the land of the midnight sun, where extremes of temperature and light challenge even the most hearty souls. For weeks after my trip I couldn’t stop thinking about the place.
From the northern lights to the breathtaking glaciers to the quaint little tourist towns, Alaska got into my blood. And I began to ask myself What if? What if there were four very handsome, very studly Alaskan bachelors who really wanted to get married but couldn’t because of a shortage of women? And what if those bachelors decided to advertise for wives in the lower forty-eight states?
And so the idea for THE BACHELORS OF BEAR CREEK was born. Some of the bachelors were funny guys, some very sensual. Clearly they fit in two camps. So I wrote the books as a cross-line miniseries between Blaze and Duets. Look for Sexy, Single and Searching and Eager, Eligible and Alaskan. I can only hope I’ve done justice to the great land of Alaska and the wonderful people who live there!
Lori Wilde
Books by Lori Wilde
HARLEQUIN DUETS
40—SANTA’S SEXY SECRET
50—I LOVE LACY
63—BYE, BYE BACHELORHOOD
—COAXING CUPID
A TOUCH OF SILK
Lori Wilde
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
To Birgit Davis-Todd,
who gave me the chance to write about my wild, sexy Alaskans. And to my inspiration—the great state of Alaska.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
1
THE PANTY HOSE were killing him. Cutting his gut clean in two. Whoever invented the torturous things should be strangled outright. No mercy shown.
Sheer, black, tight. They clung like second skin to the most exquisitely shaped pair of legs he’d ever seen. Narrow ankles, smooth rounded calves, supple knees and firm thighs.
She crossed her legs and the panty hose murmured a soft whisper. Swish.
And what about that dark seam running up the back? Simply sin-sational!
Lord have mercy on an Alaskan man’s soul. He’d never witnessed such sights in his hometown of Bear Creek. For a second there Quinn Scofield thought he would have to ask the flight attendant for an oxygen mask.
Boldly he peered over the top of his Wilderness Guide Monthly at the blond, sleek-haired, Charlize Theron look-alike. She sat in first-class seat 1B, one diagonal row up from his position in 2C. She and her dynamite hosiery, presumably on their way to JFK, had boarded the plane during the layover at O’Hare, but not once had she glanced behind her. Instead, she had been studiously typing into her laptop computer for the past thirty minutes.
This one was too cool for school and she knew it. Polished, classy, undeniably an urbanite, she was definitely not the kind of woman he was searching for. But man, did she ever rev his engines. Without the slightest provocation, he could easily imagine those fine, gorgeous limbs wrapped around his midsection or slung over his shoulders in the throes of serious sex.
“Real hottie, isn’t she?” his seatmate, a paunchy, middle-aged businessman who’d had one too many whiskey sours, slurred, and nodded at the woman.
“She’s very attractive, yes,” Quinn agreed, but kept his voice low so she wouldn’t overhear.
Unfortunately the other man’s volume control had been affected by his alcohol intake. He leaned close in a confidential manner, nudged Quinn in the ribs and winked boldly. “I’d do her in a New York minute. Know what I mean?”
Slowly Charlize turned and pinned them both with an icy glare. Quick, like a little boy chastised, the businessman looked away. But Quinn didn’t flinch. He’d been dying for a glimpse of those eyes, and he wasn’t going to let his seatmate’s bad manners deprive him of the thrill.
