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on the side
of her neck. She turned her head giving him better access.  He continued
his sensual assault on her skin as he kissed his way toward her breasts.
Instinctively, Delaney pulled the covers down exposing her breasts. “Yes, right
there,” she murmured.  
    She heard the
same male voice only it sounded sharper this time. “Delaney, wake up.”
    Her eyes popped
open. She stared up into the sheriff’s amused brown gaze. Realizing her breasts
were on display, she jerked the covers up to her chin. A hot blush burned over her
skin as the blood pounded at her temples. “Sheriff...uh...how long have you
been standing there?”
    He grinned at
her. “Long enough.”
    His voice held a
husky note as though he had actually been in her dream. Oh, God she must have
been moaning in pleasure as she slept and he was the star attraction! 
Mortified, she had a sudden urge to pull the covers over her head.
    She was
completely nude under the bed clothes. Delaney slept in the buff winter or
summer. There was just something about the restriction of clothing when she was
trying to sleep that she didn’t like. She had tossed her panties and robe on
the end of the cot. Rick glanced at them then back at her. A dark emotion
flickered in his eyes, then it was gone.
    Delaney was
acutely aware of her naked state. The dream had been so vivid she could still
feel his hands roaming over her skin. Just to make sure he wasn’t naked, she
darted a glance from his neck to his feet. Nope. He was clothed from head to
foot in his police uniform. Having him clothed and her wearing nothing more
than a spritz of perfume, made her feel vulnerable and sexy all at the same
time.  
    “Must have been
some dream.”  He folded his arms over his broad chest, dipped his chin and
looked at her. His lips twitched. “Want to tell me about it?”
    She swallowed.
“Maybe later.” 
    He dropped his
arms to his side. “I look forward to it.” 
    She sniffed the
air and her stomach growled. “Something smells wonderful.”
     “I picked
up some food from the diner down the street. It’s in my office when you’re ready.”
    “Thank
you.”  Delaney watched him leave the cell and walk to the door leading
into his office. He stopped, looked at her over his shoulder with dark,
unfathomable eyes then stepped through the doorway closing the door behind him.
    Delaney slumped
back on the lumpy pillow and closed her eyes. She couldn’t remember having such
a vivid, sexy dream. None of the men she’d dated in the past including her last
boyfriend had ever inspired that kind of sexual fervor. What was it about Rick
Cruz that tempted her so much even in sleep? 
    That wasn’t
good. Delaney frowned. She had never been lucky in love. So why should luscious
Rick Cruz be any different from the other men who had drifted in and out of her
life?  They had all considered her a friend, a pal to take to the movies
and occasionally sleep with until someone thinner came along. If she were
sensible, she would get her libido under control and concentrate on getting out
of Avery. But she’d never been wise where her love life was concerned. She
sighed.
    She would be out
of here in a few days as soon as the storm let up and would probably never see
Rick again. Her spirits sank at the thought. What was wrong with her?  She
hardly knew the man.
    Besides she had just
broken up with her boyfriend and getting involved with someone so soon would be
a mistake. Why couldn’t she find a man who appreciated her for who she was and
how she looked?  Why did the deepest, most sensual part of her womanly
desires want to throw caution to the wind and take Rick in one big, sexy gulp?
    Not wishing to
uncover the answer, Delaney pushed the thought from her head and grabbed her
panties from the foot of the narrow bed. She threw back the covers and slipped
on the hot pink thong. Shivering, she donned her robe and rose stiffly from the
cot.
    Every muscle in
her body ached. Was it from sleeping