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between her hand and his throbbing cock.
     
    “Not too worn out from your trip, I see,” she said as her hand continued its slow, determined caress of his pulsing erection.
     
    She was driving him mad, turning him on like no woman had ever done before. His hips surged forward, thrusting into her teasing strokes. He dragged her up against him with a groan, capturing her sassy little mouth beneath his in a hard, hungry kiss, making her moan softly. He was taking control now.
     
    His hands moved between them to mold her breasts through the shimmery pink silk. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. He worked open the remaining buttons to slip his hands inside, finding the soft, supple flesh he was seeking.
     
    A sound, almost like a purr, caught in her throat as his thumbs grazed the hardened tips of her nipples. He considered ending the kiss to take one of those eager nipples into his mouth, but he couldn’t get enough of her fervently thrusting tongue.
     
    He relinquished his grasp on her breasts to move further downward. Dragging her torn skirt up her hips, he slipped his hand into the skimpy little panties she wore.
     
    “Oooh,” she moaned, her fingers curling into the back of his suit jacket.
     
    The need to have her, city girl or not, raged through him. Cupping her ass, he lifted her against him. “A real cowboy knows how to make a woman want,” he breathed against her parted lips as he backed her up against the side of the truck next to the open door.
     
    She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her hips gyrating against his in unspoken need.
     
    “Is this what you were looking for, darlin’?” he rasped between hunger-driven kisses.
     
    “Yes,” she panted.
     
    “Fair warning. You’re about to have a real cowboy fucking you, right here, right now if you don’t stop grinding against me that way.”
     
    “What if I want you to fuck me right here, right now?” she asked, wriggling determinedly atop his straining cock.
     
    She wanted this. But did he? He’d sworn off her type a long time ago. The subtle scent of vanilla and something lightly floral drifted past him, teasing his heightened senses all the more. Then Jillian Summers grinded against him again. Hell, yes, he wanted this! Wanted her.
     
    Muttering a curse, he turned away from the truck, her legs still wrapped snuggly about his waist, and headed toward the trees lining that side of the road.
     
    He carried her just out of sight of the road and lowered her onto the cool grass beneath a towering maple. “Why me?”
     
    “Do you make it a habit to lie to women?” she asked, looking up at him.
     
    Lord she was pretty, lying there with her long auburn hair fanned out across the grass like spreading wildfire. Her lips swollen from his kisses. “No,” he answered honestly.
     
    “Then I’m doing this because you assure me you’re a real cowboy and that’s exactly what I need right now.”
     
    He moved over her. “Darlin’, you’re crazy.”
     
    She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire. “Maybe so, but I know that I want this. Want you.”
     
    He undid the zipper at the side of her skirt, dragging it down over her hips and then down her slender legs until she could kick free of it.
     
    “Your skin is so damn soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He pulled back, letting his gaze move over her nearly naked form.
     
    “And yours is so hard,” she replied running her hands up the front of his dress shirt.
     
    Hard didn’t even come close to describe the flesh covering a certain part of him. Looking down, he pushed aside the slender strip of white silk covering her pussy, revealing springy auburn curls, a shade darker than her hair. With a groan of approval, he dipped a finger between the cum slickened lips of her sex.
     
    She moaned softly, arching into his touch.
     
    “So fucking wet,” he ground out as heat pooled in his groin and desire lengthened his cock more than he ever thought