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evening. Just as sexy and just as desirable and just as big a threat to his peace of mind.
    He opened his mouth to say something like, “What do you want?”
    But she spoke first.
    “I’m sorry to bother you,” she said.
    “I’ll bet” he muttered under his breath.
    “But I need to take a few more pictures. If you don’t mind.”
    “And if I do?”
    “I still need them,” she said. “You go ahead and do what you’re doing. You won’t even know I’m here.”
    Yeah, right, he thought, clenching his hands into fists.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    He shot her an irritated look.
    “I’m sorry. I won’t say another word.”
    “Sure.”
    “You think I talk a lot?” she asked, moving closer to take a picture.
    “You promised not to bother me.”
    “How do I bother you?” she asked.
    “You really want to know?”
    “Yes, because...”
    She never got to finish her sentence. He threw the halter on the ground and jerked her Nikon from around her neck and set it on the fence post. She sucked in a sharp breath as his hands brushed against her breasts. Then with a ragged sound in the back of his throat, he hauled her into his arms and kissed her. She didn’t resist. It was inevitable. She knew it as well as he did. This energy that flowed between them, that had been there since the first day she walked into his house, was too real to be ignored.
    She kissed him back. He kissed her again and again. Each time deeper. Until their lips were fused and neither wanted to break apart They clung to each other, wordlessly, mindlessly. Taking only a moment to come up for air, she parted her lips and welcomed him in. Their tongues met and tangled. He plunged deeper, looking for heaven knew what—fulfillment warmth, acceptance....
    He got all that and more. She was as warm and generous and passionate as in his dreams. She wound her arms around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him down, bringing him closer still. Their bodies meshed as if they were made for each other. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, his arousal pressed against her belly. His heart thundered, drowning out the warning signals, drowning out the voice in his head that told him this was wrong. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. He was shocked at how badly he wanted her. So badly that in a far corner of his mind he considered taking her to the barn or to a haystack.
    He slid his hands under her shirt to cup her breasts. So full, they fit so perfectly in his hands. She gasped and tugged at his shirt. Impatient, he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist just like she’d done in his dreams. She caught her breath, then she kissed him again, this time light, feathery kisses along his jawline that made him so crazy with lust and longing that he actually started in the direction of the barn with her wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his neck.
    If it hadn’t been for his horse, whinnying and pawing the ground in a desperate attempt to get back into the corral, he didn’t know what might have happened. Reluctantly he set Bridget on the top rail of the fence. She was breathing hard. His gaze dropped to her breasts where her nipples pressed against her shirt and gave away her body’s response. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from lifting her right off that fence—the horse and the whole world be damned.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I was way out of line. I wasn’t thinking. I got carried away. It’s been so long....”
    She gripped the railing so tightly her knuckles turned white. “It wasn’t your fault.”
    “It won’t happen again,” he said.
    “Because of...” Her voice trailed off.
    “Because...that’s the way it is. We get one chance at love, and I had mine. I was married to the most wonderful woman in the world. And then I lost her. It was the most painful experience anyone could ever go through. I would never... I could never take a chance on