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to move, she watched in total fascination as his tongue slipped out and tapped the strip of flesh.
    Nerve endings erupted in an explosion of sensations, centering at her core and shooting outward to her entire body tingling with awareness.
    “Sweet tea and grits!” she cried again.
    Isaac laughed. “What did you say?”
    “Oh, please. Don’t stop now.”
    With a reassuring smile, he complied, sending her up and over the edge, her body rocking into an earth-shattering orgasm. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he quit, pulled his wallet from his back jeans pocket and dug a condom out of its folds.
    Still writhing from the extreme pleasure of his tongue, Lucky couldn’t wait and welcomed him when he thrust into her drenched channel.
    He filled her, stretching her, sliding deep inside.
    “Okay?” He held still for a moment.
    “More than okay,” she replied, shocked by the breathlessness of her voice.
    He continued in slow, steady moves, building in speed and strength.
    Lucky returned to ecstasy with him until, once again, she cried out, her body tightening, her breathing ragged, catching with the intensity.
    Isaac thrust once more and held steady, his jaw tight, his eyes closed, his cock throbbing against her channel.
    When at last Isaac collapsed on the bed beside her, Lucky lay against the bed, her thoughts spinning as she returned to earth and reality. She had just made love with one of her new bosses.
    Damn. Had she screwed things up yet again?
    Isaac lay on the bed beside her, brushing his hand along her arm. “Whatcha thinking?”
    “I’m thinking you should leave and let me get some sleep.”
    His hand stilled and he withdrew it. “Okay. I know this is all new to you. I’ll give you your space. But this can’t be over. That was too damned incredible.” He rolled out of the bed and stood beside her, naked and too handsome for her to look away.
    “It might have to be. I should never have done that.” She pulled the sheet up over her naked body. “I’m here to prove myself as a ranch hand.”
    “And I vow to prove that you can and will be much more than that.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Good night, Lucky. Sweet dreams.”
     
     
    Trent woke in a grouchy mood. Hell, he hadn’t slept much and when he did he dreamed about her. The tall, slender cowgirl who’d captured his attention at the Ugly Stick Saloon last night. He found himself still wanting that kiss she’d refused to give him.
    Telling himself it was because she’d refused him that he still wanted it. He always wanted what he couldn’t have and took it as a challenge to acquire it.
    But he had to know more about the woman than just what she looked like. A name would have been a start. Her phone number would be even better. He had neither and he’d woken up with a hard-on thinking about her, which added to his bad mood and frustration.
    Dressing quickly, he pulled on his boots and passed through the house, entering the kitchen with no intention of eating. In his mood, he’d do everyone a favor by working off his frustration before he tried making conversation.
    “Hey, the ad paid off. I hired someone.” Isaac sat at the table, a plate of scattered crumbs in front of him, a coffee mug in one hand, the newspaper in the other.
    Trent stopped long enough to glare at his brother. “That quickly? How come I didn’t get to interview this ranch hand?”
    Isaac glanced up from the newspaper. “It’s a done deal. If it doesn’t work out, we can hire someone else. In the meantime we have help.”
    “When does he start?”
    Isaac opened his mouth to reply, hesitated, then said, “Today.”
    Trent snorted. “Good. We could use the help. I hope he’s good.”
    “I’m sure you’ll be surprised at how good.” Isaac ducked behind the newspaper, a smirk on his face.
    Trent’s eyes narrowed, but he’d already reached conversation saturation point for the morning and he was still grumpy and frustrated.
    Though