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taking as his mouth devoured her . She barely noticed the stubble of his beard scraping her cheek.
    “ So sweet, ” he mumbled against her lips. S trong fingers threaded through her hair. Hot and hungry , he deepened the kiss as he fitted her between his leg s and mov ed against her like he couldn ’ t get enough, like he was ready to swallow her u p .
    Her legs weakened.
    Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck , skimm ed her fingers through the hair that feathered his collar, and hung on, giving into the desire for a connection with someone warm and willing. Need pounded within her. It had been such a long while since Bradley. Clay ’ s h ands, hot and heavy, moved to her waist as his mouth drank her in. One hand slid a cross her back and pressed her nearer, while the other inched near her breasts . His thumb rubbed against her nipple . A jolt of sensation shot through her , and h er mind switched on.
    What was she doing ? She pulled away, br eaking the kiss , and gl ared at the man breathing heav il y before her . A smug expression sat on his face. He was a player and he had been playing her like a virtuoso strumming a fiddle.
    She resisted the urge to smack him .
    “ That was some kiss, ” he said , his hand rubbing his chin as if remembering .
    Run , her mind screamed out to her , even as her weak body thrumm ed .
    Turning , she wrenched open the truck door. The overhead light flashed on causing her to blink. Just what she needed, a spotlight on herself.
    “ Where are you going ? You can ’ t leave now, Dusty . ” His tone was one of disbelief. “ W e ’ ve started something and I damn well would like to finish it . ”
    W hat she didn ’ t want to do and would not do was start something with a rodeo cowboy who was just looking for a nother notch o n his belt.
    On rubbery limbs, s he climbed into the cab and reached to close the door . He h eld the door open with a str aight arm as t he fabric of his white shirt bunched taut over hard muscle . Damn.
    “ I came on too strong. I ’ m sorry. ” He flashed a grin that surely had landed him in more than one woman ’ s bed . “ Not about the kiss though. ”
    She tugged at the door. It was immovable . “ I ’ m leaving . Before I have any more regrets. ”
    T he glow from the interior light spotlighted th ose dark blue eyes and the frown riding his handsome face . “ You weren ’ t having regrets during that kiss, honey. ”
    “ Well, I am now. ” She pulled the door again , her sweaty palms almost causing her hand to slip. T his time he move d out of the way. The door clanged shut .
    “ You can ’ t run from it. ”
    She fumbled for the keys in her pocket.
    “ I ’ ll see you tomorrow. At the rodeo? ” he said through the closed window.
    She ’ d be working tomorrow, captive behind that stand . “ I ’ ll be there, but I ’ ve got to work. ” She started the engine . He stepped back. She shifted into reverse, checked the rearview, and pulled out . As she swung o nto the street she checked the rearview again . He was still standing there , framed by the glow of the moon . A tall , dark , hunk of a man with hands on his hips and his legs apart. A gunfighter ’ s pose.
    She pulled up to the stoplight and leaned her forehead against the wheel where hard vinyl greeted her skin . What had she been thinking ? That was the problem . She hadn ’ t been . He ’ d ambushed her , and so had the thousand sensations and feelings he ’ d managed to stir with just one kiss . She ’ d never been kissed like that . By anyone. Ever. Even Bradley.
    She startled at the sound of a car horn behind her. The light was green . She gave the truck gas and shifted into gear. S he wound along the familiar streets to Blossom Lane and turned into her driveway . Flicking on the cab light, she checked her reflection in the mirror. A face with puffy lips and skin chafed red from the stubble of his five o ’ clock shadow looked back at her . He was a rodeo