The Feeling of Love (MF)

Blackhawk Brothers 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 54,462
1 Ratings (5.0)
[BookStrand Cowboy Romance, HEA]
Devon Blackhawk is unsure how to advance his relationship with Page Vandeman. He’s sure that the attraction he feels is reciprocated, so why is she giving the hands off signals? And, what is he going to do about breaking down those barriers?
About ready to fly home from a family wedding, Devon gets an idea. Why not drive home with Page? The twenty three hundred miles of road could be the perfect opportunity to get to know each other.
Before Page can gather an argument, she finds herself agreeing to Devon’s plan and the game is on. Devon is at his charming best, showing her magical sights with romantic stops along the way. Still hanging onto dark secrets, she decides to put them temporarily away and enjoy what Devon offers. The fantasy will be over when they get home, but until then she lets passion and love lead her into a piece of heaven.
A BookStrand Mainstream Romance
The Feeling of Love (MF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

The Feeling of Love (MF)

Blackhawk Brothers 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 54,462
1 Ratings (5.0)
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Page knew she should be thanking the heavens for Devon’s love instead of questioning how he could love her when no one else ever had. “I’ve never had anyone tell me they loved me.” Her voice sounded shaky even to her ears. She pushed away from him and laid on her back with her arm across her eyes. It wouldn’t do for him to see her face right now. He simply could read her too easily.

He was right that she distanced herself. She knew it was a protective devise to keep from feeling too much and entertaining false hopes. He knew so little about her. Would he do the withdrawing if he knew her background? Did she owe him the truth of who she was, or more to the point, who she wasn’t? Did it have to be now?

Reaching a decision, she asked, “When do you think we’ll be home?”

If her question surprised him, Devon gave no indication. Instead, in a deep even voice, he answered her. “We’re about fifteen hundred miles out. We made just over five hundred today pretty easily so I’d say three more days of driving if we focus on the road.”

So soon. That would mean two nights after this one. Would it be so horrible to wait until the last day? Would Devon agree if she asked?

Taking a breath, she said, “I know I’m sending you mixed signals. I also know that by now you realize I’m carrying some excess baggage. We need to talk. I need to tell you things but can you trust me for two more nights? Can you just love me and let me love you until we get home?”

Devon rolled over on his side facing her. He put his hand over her waist, pulling her toward him. “Will two more nights change things?”

“No, but I’ve never felt like I do with you. For two more nights, I want to be like every other woman in love.”

Silence reined, as Devon seemed to be absorbing her words.

She held her breath waiting for him to reply.

“Every other woman? Page, if there is something, and I’m almost sure there is, that is hurting you, tell me. I don’t want to risk waking up and finding you gone. That happened to my brother, and he damn near didn’t survive it. The Blackhawk men love all the way, with everything in them. Individually, and as a family, we can take the bad with the good, because, trust me, the good is off the charts.”

The light Page had left on in the bathroom cast a dim glow that allowed her to see Devon clearly. She traced her forefinger over his lips, silencing him. How could one man be so physically blessed? Long dark lashes enhanced the violet hue of his blue eyes. High cheek bones from his Native American heritage gave a strong, masculine emphasis on what otherwise could have been almost too pretty. He could have any woman he chose. Page didn’t fool herself. She was no beauty. In fact, growing up she’d been more of an ugly duckling.

“You have that look. The one that says you’re over-thinking things.”

Page chuckled, happy the tension was all but gone. Weighing her words so that it wouldn’t come back, she said, “How can I hurt when I’m with you? We do need to talk, but I’d like to hold off until the last day. It’s not like there’s anything to talk out. It’s more like you understanding where I’m coming from.”

Devon kissed her finger. “I’d rather talk now.” He felt her go into her private place. What the hell, two more days. Two more days to make her want what he wanted.

With a sigh, Devon gave in. “Okay, but we don’t have to drive as hard as we did today so it may take a few more than three days. And two nights,” he quickly added.

Page leaned over, looking down at him from her vantage point she whispered, “I’ll make you forget all about talking.”

Devon closed his eyes and let his body respond. Page was full of fire and passion. She was everything he’d ever dreamed and more. They would work out whatever was bothering her, but for now it was very apparent that there was nothing to work out. Umm, maybe he should just keep her naked and in bed. Now there was a plan. Devon laughed and, rolling them over, took the lead.

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