Trevor Lynbrook was indulged in pursuing medicine and became a promising surgeon. After his father dies leaving him heir to the title as Earl of Greylock he is forced to give up medicine and turns his attention to wine, women and song.
To save Trevor from himself his grandfather volunteers him to aid an old friend in America and Trevor is sent to Oklahoma Territory to run a clinic adjacent to the Cheyenne reservation where Lucy Willis teaches school.
Down to earth and happy with a simple life, Lucy has no time for pompous people who think they're better than everyone else and she certainly doesn't like Trevor's superior attitude. She refuses to be one of his conquests...no matter how much he thrills her.
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Trevor leaned his chair back against the wall of his house, propping his long legs on the railing of the small porch. He stared out at the open prairie replaying the pleasing dinner conversation he and Lucy had shared.
As if summoned by his thoughts, she came outside carrying a large wicker clothes basket. She began taking down the bed linens that she'd washed for him earlier then turned to look at him. “What's wrong? Did the soup give you indigestion?”
“Hardly. I was just thinking that I'll never get used to it being so flat here.”
Lucy suppressed a smile as she folded a pillowslip. “You miss the rugged mountainous terrain of London, do you?”
Trevor chuckled and smiled at her. “I was referring to our country place—Ashford Hall. It's up near the Scottish border. It's beautiful in summer when the heather's in bloom and the rolling hills are a vibrant green. The air is so sweet and clean there that you can taste it.”
Lucy smiled to herself. She could stand here forever and just stare into those silver grey eyes of his listen to that smooth accented voice. She took down another pillowslip and folded it as she stepped closer to the porch.
“It sounds lovely and reminds me of where I'm from—Warburton. There are lots of hills, crystal clear streams, and some of the most glorious sunsets I've ever seen.”
Trevor pointed over her shoulder. “That sunset isn’t too shabby.” Lucy turned to look at the horizon and he left the porch needing to be close to her. She was a flawless angel in the golden glow of the sun's fading rays. God, she smelled exquisite with the delicate, flowery scent of her perfume mingling with the sunshine freshness of the linens she was holding. It was the most potent aphrodisiac imaginable.
Remember, old man, patience.
Trevor paid no heed to the inner voice. He slid his arms around Lucy's small waist, stopping when she tensed, pulling her close once she relaxed.
“It's a very pretty sunset, don't you think?” He murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle her soft neck, falling prey to the sweet temptation of her.
Lucy shivered and melted back against Trevor, pressing her hands to his, allowing the Pillow-slip to fall to the ground. Oh my, Oh my, Oh my! her mind cried as a thousand bolts of invisible lightning shot through her at once. She let Trevor coax her around and willingly surrendered herself to his lips.
She ran her fingers up through his sandy hair and let him press her close, so close that she could feel his growing arousal. She never thought to protest when he slid his hands down and cupped her bottom, cradling her lower body against his. She moaned quietly when he kneaded her rear, and she arched forward, shivering again as his shaft grew rock hard.
His tongue was demanding as he explored her mouth. His hands were hot and swift as he caressed her body through her layers of dress petticoat and drawers. Lucy's senses spun out of control. This was wanton; this was frightening; this was the kind of wild passion she'd been dreaming of for so long.
It crushed her when Trevor put an abrupt end to the kisses, the touches. But then he cupped her face in the palms of his warm hands and looked at her with those spellbinding eyes. He looked at her in a way that made her throb deep inside.
Trevor's breathing was quick, his voice husky. “Lucy, don't deny it. I can't. I must have you.” He took hold of her hand and pressed it to the front of his denims. “See what you do to me? He pressed his own hand into her skirts, and pressed against her mound. She squirmed, a whimper catching i