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158 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
His hands slid from her waist higher, across the warm
skin of her abdomen. He might have stopped there but
her stomach muscles contracted and she made one of
those soft, sexy little sounds and he explored further,
stopping just below the curve of her breast.
She moaned and arched against him as if inviting
more, then she suddenly seemed to freeze, making a
sound more of pain than arousal.
He jerked back, feeling as if one of those alfalfa
bales had just fallen on his head as awareness flooded
through him.
What the hell was he doing, making out with her in
the cab of a pickup in broad daylight, in cramped
quarters that couldn’t be comfortable for her, where
anyone could come across them? Her mother, Wade’s
ranch hand. Wade himself, for crying out loud.
He let out a breath, disgusted with himself for losing
control so completely. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.
See what you do to me?”
Her breathing was ragged and her eyes looked huge,
the pupils so dark and wide they seemed to take over
the irises. “What…what I do?”
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her
knuckles. “I can’t think straight when I’m around
you. I should know better than to start something I
know we can’t finish right now, no matter how badly
I might want it.”
He wouldn’t have expected it, but his tough lieutenant
seemed flustered. She took several seconds to catch
her breath and sent him one quick, wary look. “I…we’d
better take this hay out to the pasture,” she said.