Bowles, Jan - Bound by the Montana Mountain Man [Cowboy Bad Boys 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

been in the freezing water and snow for some time. Her lips were blue, and her skin looked ashen and pale. On her forehead was a large gash. He guessed she’d hit her head on the car windshield, and then tried to stumble back to her ranch house before she’d collapsed.
    He scooped her into his arms. My God, she was soaking wet and ice cold. Hypothermia had surely set in. Time was of the essence. She needed to warm up and fast.
    He called, “Here, boy.” Rufus dutifully trotted over. He managed to rest her over his shoulder and then ease himself into the saddle. After laying her across his lap, he headed toward her ranch.
    As they rode up the frozen track, he kept calling her name. “Cassie, time to wake up now. Do you hear what I’m saying? I ain’t asking, I’m telling you. You need to wake up right now, Cassie.”
    This did not look good. Not a flicker or murmur came from her. The sooner he got her inside, the better.
    Eventually, he reached her ranch house. Thankful that he’d got her keys, he left her lying across Rufus and then opened the door.
    When he pulled her onto his shoulder once more, he heard a small whimper escape her lips.
    “Cassie, time to wake up now, baby.” He felt her move slightly against him.
    Her place couldn’t have been more different from the last time he’d seen it. It literally shone like a new pin. She must have worked hard to create such a difference. He took her into the living room and laid her on the floor next to the roaring fire. Then, after tossing his sheepskin jacket aside, he went upstairs and pulled the duvet from her bed. He laid it on the floor next to her.
    He felt the pulse in her neck. “Cassie, I gotta get these wet things off you.” She murmured incoherently, but her eyes remained closed. Her lips weren’t quite as blue, so that was a good sign. He pulled the sodden boots and socks from her feet. He knew it would be difficult to remove her wet clothing, so he took a seven-inch serrated hunting knife from his boot. “You are so gonna hate me, Cassie, and not just for ruining your clothes.” Still, if she hated him afterward, then that meant she’d still be alive.
    Brad was careful not to cut her baby soft skin, as the sharp knife made quick work of her jeans. He undid her belt, and then threw it into the corner of the room. He managed to shrug off her jacket then cut about four layers of clothing from her torso in one go. Slitting up the middle of her sweaters and then sliding the knife down through her sleeves.
    His fingers couldn’t help grazing against the naked flesh of her stomach and shoulders. A belly button ring sparkled from the firelight. Fuck, now that looked so sexy. Her body twitched slightly, but she still appeared unconscious. Her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted.
    Down to just her bra and panties, he hesitated, and then felt the material. Wet through, too. Shit, if she didn’t have the cutest, most fuckable body he’d ever seen.
    “Damn it to hell, Cassie. Why do I have to be in this position?”
    He quickly dispatched her red lacy underwear with the knife, its blade effortlessly slicing through the flimsy material. He cast the tattered fragments away. His gaze lingering briefly on her full, pert breasts, with their pale pink nipples, and her neatly trimmed pussy before he rolled her naked body onto the duvet and wrapped her in it. Her silken back and peachy ass his last view of her before he pulled the quilt tightly around her.
    The feel of her skin against his only added to the mental torture. With a raging hard-on in his jeans, he felt guilty as hell. He felt like a voyeur taking advantage of her, but hell, she wasn’t dead, and he would make damned sure she stayed that way. So he might as well enjoy the view. It would probably be the one and only time he’d get to see her naked. Why should he give a fuck if he was turned on? He was trying to save her life. Yet, all he could think of was the shape of her breasts, and the fact that