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flooded his veins. “I say you’re a smart woman.” Not only would he have the chance to make the ranch profitable, but he’d keep Paige in his life at least a while longer. She might be a city girl, but she was anything but cold and hard.
    He closed the distance between them and scooped her into his arms. “I say it makes my dick hard to be within a hundred feet of you.” Latching onto the elastic around her ponytail, he unfastened it. Her silky strands spilled onto her shoulders. His cock strained against his jeans. “I want you, Paige. Right here, right now.”
    Her eyes turned darker than sin. A devilish grin curled her lips. Fast as a whip, she shucked off her shoes, jeans and T-shirt. Swiping her arm over Owen’s desk, she sent the few items on top careening across the room. She climbed onto the surface and crooked her finger at him.
    City girl or not, she’d already changed his mind about that seemingly buttoned-up type. Under the cool exterior she was hottest woman he’d ever met. His initial impression had been dead wrong. He leaned toward the desk and kissed those sweet lips. She hooked her hands around his neck and grabbed handfuls of his hair. He deepened that kiss, savored her unique taste. She sighed her approval. He swirled his tongue over hers, skimmed the edges of her teeth. Her grasp on his hair tightened, but the momentary pain only heightened his desire for her.
    He broke away and shook his head. “You make me lose control, woman.”
    That musical laugh. “Good.”
    He bit at a lace-covered nipple and she arched her back in response. Cupping her other breast, he tamped down the desire to fuck her immediately, hard. But he needed to wash the sweat and the horse smell from his skin. Soon.
    Slipping the fabric of her bra away, he stared down at her ripe nipple, red from his bite. Christ, he was rigid as steel. “Paige?”
    “Hmm?” She looked at him through half-hooded eyes and damned if he didn’t get even harder.
    “I ought to take a shower. I smell like the stables.”
    She sat up, moved to the edge of the desk. “Okay. Mind if I join you?”
    “Is that a loaded question?” He offered his hand and she accepted it. “I hoped you would.”
    Unable to keep his eyes off her luscious body, he climbed the stairs behind her and barely made it to the top without taking her along the way. When they entered the bathroom, Paige immediately started undressing him.
    He helped her lift off his shirt. She unfastened his belt buckle and slid his zipper down, slow enough to make him suffer. His cock sprang free, ready to play. “You’re killing me here.”
    Her wicked smile widened. “I’m trying.” She crouched to help him off with his boots and get his pants down the rest of the way.
    She ripped off her top and her bra.
    He grabbed her wrist before she removed anything else. “Let me.” Licking his lips, he lowered the zipper on her pants, eased the material over her luscious hips.
    She wriggled to push the slacks lower. Heat galloped through him. Circling her thigh with both his hands, he slid each leg down, skimming her satiny skin. He shoved the garment aside so he could focus on getting off the tiny scrap of fabric parading as panties. Struggling to take his time, he rolled the underwear down, inch by inch. When the lacy thing pooled at her ankles, she kicked it away.
    He’d never make it to the shower at this rate. Not with her driving him completely crazy with her floral scent and her hot little body. Was it his imagination, or did he really smell her cream? He sucked in a deep breath and caught it again. The instant he reached for her, she slipped out of his grasp and started the shower. She pushed back the curtain and stepped inside. “Coming?”
    “Not yet, but real soon, I reckon.” He followed her in. She had a bar of soap in her hand and started lathering those perky mounds, slow and sexy. The sight of her—soaking wet, water running over her pebbled points and sliding down her