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want that too.”
    After the other morning, she couldn’t exactly deny it, and she was too old to play coy games. “Anyone can walk in here.” The fire he’d started in her veins a few days ago flared in her chest. The crazy consuming lust that absolutely could not happen here.
    He shook his head and his eyes turned a shade darker. “They had their coats on and were walking outside when I came in here.”
    “They could come back.”
    “I locked the door.”
    “We can’t do this here.” She meant to sound more forceful, but the crazy, consuming lust burned her throat and toasted her pitiful resistance.
    “That’s what I thought until you stood up and walked toward me. You shouldn’t have worn that dress.”
    “You’re blaming my dress?” But this is Amarillo, she rationalized. Not Lovett. In a town the size of Lovett, the fact that he’d shown up tonight would have been telegraphed to half the town by now. In Amarillo, she was just another salon owner and no one cared.
    “Yes, and the tight outfit you had on Monday. The way you’ve been in my head for the past five days and the hard-on that won’t go away no matter how many times I abuse myself. I didn’t think we were going to do this here, but I’m think we have to now.”
    “What if someone—” His mouth on hers silenced her protest. The other morning, he’d started slower, kissing her neck and throat and cheek. Easing her into it. Tonight he hit her fast with hot lust and wet pleasure. His mouth working hers, feeding and hungry. It pulled her up on her toes and smashed her against his chest, so close she could feel the pounding of his heart. Her hands slid over his arms and shoulders and the back of his head. And like the other morning, a deep shuddering groan vibrated in his chest as if he couldn’t get enough of her touch. She liked knowing she did that to him. A strong beautiful man who couldn’t get enough of Lily Darlington.
    She kissed him back, her tongue slick with carnal implications. He pressed his erection into her pelvis and she had to lock her knees to keep from falling. She slid up his chest then back down, feeling every hard muscle and length of his harder erection.
    He grasped the bottom of her sequined dress, drew it up her thighs to her waist. His hands found her bare behind and he fingered the thin lace of her thong panties. He palmed her bare backside and rubbed his denim button fly against the tiny triangle of lace covering her crotch.
    He lifted his face and came up for air. “Lily,” he gasped.
    She looked into his eyes, dark and sleepy with lust, and reached for the bottom of his sweater. She pulled it over his head and tossed it to the wooden floor. She lowered her gaze to the brown hair on his hard, defined chest. For some reason, she’d thought his chest would be bare. But it wasn’t. He was a man with a man’s chest and a thin line of hair trailed down his flat abdomen, circled his navel, and darted beneath the waistband of his Levi’s. A snarling bulldog was tattooed on the ball of his shoulders with the words U . S . ARMY inked beneath. RELENTLESSwas tattooed in heavy black ink on the inside of his forearm, which described him perfectly: his hands, his mouth, and the lust rolling off him in heavy, relentless waves.
    She bent forward and kissed his shoulder, ran her fingers across his pec and down his belly to the front of his jeans. She squeezed his erection and caressed him through the denim. Desire, hot and gripping, tightened her breasts and stomach and pulled between her legs.
    “Wait.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her until her back was against his chest. He reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and slid it down. Through the old bordello mirror, she watched as he slid her dress from her shoulders. Just before it slipped down her arms, she placed her hands on the sequins over her breasts.
    “I have implants,” she told him. She hadn’t worn a bra because strap lines showed beneath the