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of the music room.
Awareness sent memories flooding through her. Garrett’s lips on hers. His fingertips scorching her skin. Her hands sifting through all that dark, glorious hair. Tracing the hard muscles of his chest. Caught up by desire, they’d clung to one another as they’d moved to the music room. Along the way, they’d shed their clothes, discarding each item like yesterday’s news, until his thick thighs pressed against her, probing, pushing. And when he’d entered her...
Oh, my stars. Had she actually screamed? In the dark, she felt her face warm.
She had.
Gently, ever so gently, she lifted the heavy arm that cocooned her against Garrett’s body. Bit by tiny bit, she eased away from his sleeping form. Slowly, she lowered his hand to the floor. A soft grunt slipped from between Garrett’s lips. She froze until his breathing resumed its slow and steady pace. Once she was certain he hadn’t woken, she felt around until she found a few key pieces of clothing. She tugged her skirt over her hips, slipped her arms into her shirt. Leaving the rest behind, she tiptoed to the door.
One hand on the doorframe of the soundproofed room, she stole a final glimpse of the man who’d rocked her world. The first trickle of regret washed through her, and she hastily muted it. The ink might not have dried on her divorce decree, but she and Garrett were both single and free to do as they chose. She refused to feel guilty about what they’d done. How could she? Garrett had made her feel alive for the first time in...well, in longer than she cared to admit.
He didn’t know her past, didn’t care that she’d never bear a child. He hadn’t seen her as a husk of a woman, pretty on the outside but dried up and barren on the inside. He’d whispered sweet nothings as he’d made love to her, filled her head with possibilities. The rancher had made her feel soft, feminine, coveted, and she blew him a kiss before she tiptoed through the darkened shop.
In the tiny upstairs apartment, she stepped beneath a hot, steamy spray, grateful that the power had come back on while they slept. Deciding not to feel guilty was one thing, but she had to be practical. She had agreed to perform with Garrett during the Circle P’s roundup. Nearly two months of practice sessions and jams stretched in front of them. She’d already lived through the disastrous consequences of getting involved with a coworker. It was a mistake she had no desire to repeat, though she’d never label what she and Garrett had done as a mistake.
Downstairs again, this time dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she emptied the cold coffee they’d never gotten around to drinking. The first few drops of a fresh pot had just splashed into the carafe when Garrett stepped from the music room. Lisa squared her shoulders, determinedly pushing down the tiniest shiver of desire that arced through her as she watched him pad barefoot across the shop’s hardwood floors.
“Are you...okay?” Garrett ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the tufts that stuck out every which way.
She searched the handsome face for any sign of regret, her heart singing when she found none. The tenderness in his blue eyes melted any final reservations she’d had about the tall rancher. Her fingers itched to trace the tiny spot on his cheek where the rug had left an imprint. She resolutely put them to work arranging spoons and coffee mugs on the counter. “I’m good. You?”
“Better than good. That was—”
“—not going to happen again.” She might be getting a late start, but it was up to her to establish the ground rules. She wasn’t the kind of girl to have a casual affair. No matter how good a lover Garrett Judd had proven himself to be. Or how much she wanted to repeat what they’d done.
The soft lines of Garrett’s face firmed the tiniest bit. “My feelings exactly.” He hooked a thumb in the pocket of his jeans. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” he said
Awareness sent memories flooding through her. Garrett’s lips on hers. His fingertips scorching her skin. Her hands sifting through all that dark, glorious hair. Tracing the hard muscles of his chest. Caught up by desire, they’d clung to one another as they’d moved to the music room. Along the way, they’d shed their clothes, discarding each item like yesterday’s news, until his thick thighs pressed against her, probing, pushing. And when he’d entered her...
Oh, my stars. Had she actually screamed? In the dark, she felt her face warm.
She had.
Gently, ever so gently, she lifted the heavy arm that cocooned her against Garrett’s body. Bit by tiny bit, she eased away from his sleeping form. Slowly, she lowered his hand to the floor. A soft grunt slipped from between Garrett’s lips. She froze until his breathing resumed its slow and steady pace. Once she was certain he hadn’t woken, she felt around until she found a few key pieces of clothing. She tugged her skirt over her hips, slipped her arms into her shirt. Leaving the rest behind, she tiptoed to the door.
One hand on the doorframe of the soundproofed room, she stole a final glimpse of the man who’d rocked her world. The first trickle of regret washed through her, and she hastily muted it. The ink might not have dried on her divorce decree, but she and Garrett were both single and free to do as they chose. She refused to feel guilty about what they’d done. How could she? Garrett had made her feel alive for the first time in...well, in longer than she cared to admit.
He didn’t know her past, didn’t care that she’d never bear a child. He hadn’t seen her as a husk of a woman, pretty on the outside but dried up and barren on the inside. He’d whispered sweet nothings as he’d made love to her, filled her head with possibilities. The rancher had made her feel soft, feminine, coveted, and she blew him a kiss before she tiptoed through the darkened shop.
In the tiny upstairs apartment, she stepped beneath a hot, steamy spray, grateful that the power had come back on while they slept. Deciding not to feel guilty was one thing, but she had to be practical. She had agreed to perform with Garrett during the Circle P’s roundup. Nearly two months of practice sessions and jams stretched in front of them. She’d already lived through the disastrous consequences of getting involved with a coworker. It was a mistake she had no desire to repeat, though she’d never label what she and Garrett had done as a mistake.
Downstairs again, this time dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she emptied the cold coffee they’d never gotten around to drinking. The first few drops of a fresh pot had just splashed into the carafe when Garrett stepped from the music room. Lisa squared her shoulders, determinedly pushing down the tiniest shiver of desire that arced through her as she watched him pad barefoot across the shop’s hardwood floors.
“Are you...okay?” Garrett ran a hand through his hair, smoothing the tufts that stuck out every which way.
She searched the handsome face for any sign of regret, her heart singing when she found none. The tenderness in his blue eyes melted any final reservations she’d had about the tall rancher. Her fingers itched to trace the tiny spot on his cheek where the rug had left an imprint. She resolutely put them to work arranging spoons and coffee mugs on the counter. “I’m good. You?”
“Better than good. That was—”
“—not going to happen again.” She might be getting a late start, but it was up to her to establish the ground rules. She wasn’t the kind of girl to have a casual affair. No matter how good a lover Garrett Judd had proven himself to be. Or how much she wanted to repeat what they’d done.
The soft lines of Garrett’s face firmed the tiniest bit. “My feelings exactly.” He hooked a thumb in the pocket of his jeans. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” he said
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