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quivered as she tried to get closer.
    “Damn,” he murmured, backing out of the kiss. He looked down at his hand burrowed beneath her top. He flexed his fingers.
    “Nash. Yes.” She gasped the words.
    He’d had enough and not nearly enough. Yanking his hand from her breast, he flipped open the button on her shorts, heard the zipper rasp, before he plunged his hand into her panties.
    “Ah, yeah. Wet.”
    “Please.”
    “Damn. You feel so good.” His fingers found her slick center. She was swollen. Yeah. He found the little knot and plucked it gently.
    Scarlet cried out and buried her face against his chest. “Give it up, honey,” he whispered against her hair. Sweat beaded his brow as he fought for restraint. He was drowning in an ocean of temptation. “A little more. That’s it. Almost there.”
    She moved like lightning against his questing fingers and then he plunged two of them deep into her hot, little body. Scarlet splintered apart with a wild cry, jerking against him.
    Her head went back and he saw tears on her face.
    This was a woman a man could love.
    Hell.
    Searching for some calm in the center of the storm, he leaned down and sipped the tears from her cheeks as he pulled his hand from her slick warmth. Her leg slid down his side and Nash kissed her parted lips as he tenderly fastened the zippers and buttons.
    “Nash.”
    “It’s okay. I’ve wanted to test your sweetness for myself. Since last night, it’s all I’ve thought of.”
    Her gaze flashed down. He was thick and hard behind his jeans. They both knew it. “But you—”
    Kissing her quick, he looked at her. “Later. Come on. Let’s fix some supper.”
    ****
    Anticipation curled warmly through her belly, as they carried their empty plates to the kitchen. The way he’d touched her before dinner played over and over in her mind like a sexy movie in which she was the central character. This was crazy.
    It was completely nuts to go head over heels over a man who would one day be a glimmer of memory, a part of her past. Common sense told her this was a huge mistake but the man was irresistible.
    Tonight they’d dined on thick steaks, baked potatoes and salad. The fruity wonderful Pinot Noir he’d picked up was a perfect addition to the meal.
    She ran some water in the sink and felt his presence behind her as he dove into the clean-up process as if he’d done it a million times before. Hoping for a continuation of their light mood, she looked back over her shoulder as Nash put the leftover salad into the fridge.
    “Hey, you’re a pretty good hand in the kitchen.”
    Nash grinned. “Had to be. There were twelve of us boys at the ranch and everybody had to pitch in after meals.”
    Stunned, she turned to him. Bubbles dripped from soapy fingers. “Twelve? You can’t be serious.”
    He leaned against the fridge. “I grew up, for the most part, on the Rocking R Ranch. Buck and Rose Walters have taken in dozens of foster kids over the years. I was one of them.”
    “I didn’t realize.”
    He shrugged those very broad shoulders. “No reason you should. I was lucky they took me in.” Nash continued to help her tidy up the kitchen. “I hit the rodeo circuit when I was twenty and I’ve done pretty good at it for the past dozen years. Won my share of buckles and saddles. Got some pretty big checks, too. One of these days though, I want my own ranch. I have a little nest egg now. I just need to find it.”
    “I hope you get it, Nash.”
    He smiled and poured a measure of wine into their glasses and took one in each hand. “Come on, honey. That’s enough. Let’s sit out on that nice patio of yours and enjoy the night.”
    Nodding, she loaded soap into the dishwasher and started it up. Leading the way, they went through the back door and into a night that was cool and brisk. Huge trees dominated most of the yard cloaking it in heavy shadows but the leafy canopy occasionally allowed a glimpse of the star-spattered sky. In the distance, a