Wanted

In one deft, effortless move, he lifted her and straddled her over his lap. She suddenly faced him, all without breaking the steaming kiss. Impressive. What a remarkable difference her new position made. All that gleaming muscle there for the taking and, oh, she took. Her hands roved over his pecs, up his neck, down the ripples of waist to his jeans. They paused at the top button and continued past, over his hips, covering his thighs, ever aware of what she wasn't touching. Yet. She pressed her hips closer, shocked at her body's readiness to take him in. If she was eager and hot, he was cool. The cowboy cupped her face, ran his fingers into her hair. He kissed her in an intense, drawn-out fashion, slowing her, tempering her fever. Time in a bottle... What else could her father leave her? The treasure map, the bottle of whiskey, and the wanted poster shouldn't have surprised Samantha Hendricks. His lifelong obsession with gentleman outlaw Jesse Kincaid was likely all he'd had left. One taste of the whiskey, however, tumbles her through time, into arms so wonderfully real and strong she can only surmise she's gone crazy. Torn between craving a delusion and believing in the impossible, hurtling between the past and present, Samantha returns to Jesse over and over again. No woman can want this man more, and if she's clever enough, she might be able to use her inheritance for what she finally realizes her father intended--true love.