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them
while a cold moon sailed through the sky. Rick was naked, hard and ready.
    Delaney was
cloaked from head to toe in a heavy coat. She skimmed her gaze down his body
lingering on his penis.
    Yeah, she
definitely wants it. “Take off your coat.”
    She flicked her
gaze up to his, smiled slightly and shook her head. “No. I’ll freeze.”
    “I’ll warm you,
every inch of you from your nipples to your clit.”  He placed a finger
beneath her chin lifting her head slightly.  “Give me sexual control. Let
me dominate you. I promise you’ll like it.”  He reached up and undid a
button of her coat followed by another and another.
     She raised
her hand grasping his. “Someone might see us.”
    “Trust me. The
trees will shelter us.”  He finished loosening the buttons of her coat
then pushed it from her shoulders where it fell with a soft plop in the snow.
His breath caught at the sight of her voluptuous, nude body. He growled deep in
his throat, reached out and pulled her against him. “You little minx.”
    She giggled
draping her arms around his neck and pushing her breasts against his chest. He
slammed his lips over hers; stroking the interior of her hot, wet mouth with
his tongue. Rick moved his hips forward nudging her tender opening. She lifted
her legs wrapping them around his waist. With one hard thrust, he claimed her
sweet body to the hilt .
    “Rick. . .are you
okay?”
    The sound of
Delaney’s voice jerked him from the carnal illusion. He stared at her even as
the fantasy of being inside her still shook him to his toes. “I’m sorry, what
did you say?”
     “I said
that you can see whomever you want, including Lenore because there’s nothing
between--”
    Rick laid two
fingers against Delaney’s lips effectively stopping her speech. Her warm breath
blew over his fingers and palm. He stroked the pad of his thumb over her lower
lip and gazed into her eyes. “Whenever we’re together attraction arcs between
us like an electrical current and I think we owe it to ourselves to explore it.
But first you need to answer my question from last night.” 
    She glanced away
for a moment as a couple of trucks rolled past. Snow scattered from beneath
their tires. When she looked back at him her eyes were clouded with confusion.
“I don’t know if I’ll stay or not. I’m still thinking about it.”
    A brisk wind
blew around them. Delaney shivered and Rick grasped her hand. “It’s freezing
out here. I know a great place for lunch.”
    * * * * *
    A few minutes
later, Rick pulled his truck into the plowed driveway leading to his log home.
White Christmas sung in Spanish played over the radio. Luminaries lined the
walkway leading up to his front door and Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus
huddled in the snow in front of his house. He cut the engine.
    Delaney looked
at him. “I thought we were going to lunch.”
    He smiled. “We
are. Come on.”
    Once inside,
Delaney followed Rick down a long hallway and into a cozy kitchen with slate
floors, a butcher block island and maple cabinets.  She leaned against the
counter and gazed out of the window over the sink. The sun hung high in the sky
over a ridge of mountains in the distance. She glanced at Rick who reached into
the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle filled with orange liquid. He snapped off
the stop with am opener mounted on the side of a cabinet, walked over to
Delaney and held out the bottle.
    “What’s this?”
    “Jarritos
Mandarina.” He rolled his r’s and to Delaney’s ear it sounded incredibly sexy.
“It’s a Mexican soft drink.”
    Delaney took the
frosty bottle and sipped. Rick stood close to her. She watched his eyes
following the movement of her mouth against the lip of the bottle. She
swallowed. The drink tasted refreshing and tangy. “It’s good, thanks. So what’s
for lunch?”
    “Beef fajitas.
Hope you’re ready to turn up the heat.”  His voice was husky and desire
glinted in his chocolate eyes.
    Her pulse leapt
in her