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thing in the world. When he thrust his tongue inside her, her own danced with it, an erotic ballet that sent lust shimmering through her. When he pulled her tight against his body, she felt the ridge of his cock against the soft denim of his jeans, thick and hard, demanding attention.
    With his mouth still fused to hers, he slid his hands down her back to cup the cheeks of her ass, squeezing and kneading.
    I’m crazy. I must be insane. This is not happening.
    But it was, and she never wanted it to end.
    He moved one of his large hands around to tug her blouse from her jeans. Before she could protest, he’d shoved her bra upward and cupped her breast, rasping his thumb over her hardened nipple.
    Breathe! I need to breathe!
    Buck finally lifted his mouth from hers and trailed his lips across her cheek, finding the sensitive spot beneath one ear. His breath was a warm breeze against her skin, his touch so electrifying she could feel her nerves spark and riot. Her panties were damp with her arousal, her cunt throbbing with need.
    Then, suddenly, he lifted his head and used his hands to set her apart from him. She stared at him, confused.
    “What?” What had she done wrong? She was totally confused. Here were the damn mixed signals again.
    “I’m no good for you.” His voice was rough, his breathing uneven. “I’m no damn good for you, and I should just walk away. But I can’t, damn me. From the minute I saw you on that road you were in my blood, and I can’t get you out.”
    She stared up at him. “I don’t understand.”
    “No, I guess you don’t.” He blew out a breath. “Amy, if you’re smart, you’ll turn around and run back to the house as fast as you can. I know you feel what’s brewing between us just like I do. There doesn’t seem to be any turning away from it.” His caress on her cheek was both rough and tender. “So we’ll see where it takes us and hope neither of us gets burned.”
    “Buck,” she began, trying to slam her brain into gear, “I don’t know what—”
    He touched her lips with his fingertips. “No. Don’t say a word. We just can’t get around this. Maybe we’ll be like a flash fire, once and done. And I hope we survive.”
    “And maybe it will turn out to be something else.” Did she actually say that? Was she out of her mind?
    “I’m giving you fair warning, Amy.” He gripped her shoulders tightly. “If you want to walk away, do it now.”
    She cocked her head. “What’s wrong, Buck? What is so terrible that you have such a pessimistic outlook?”
    For a moment, that same terrible look she’d seen before flashed briefly across his face. Then he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. “Let’s just see what happens. Maybe we’ll get whatever this is out of our systems and move forward from there.”
    She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just stood there, clothes disheveled, lips bruised from kisses, and watched him climb up into the cab of the truck. He cranked the engine and then rolled down the window.
    “Dinner,” he told her. “Tomorrow night. Casual. Pick you up at six. Oh, and don’t expect to be home before morning.”
    Amy watched him drive away, still feeling his mouth on hers, his hands on her body. She had the feeling she’d just stepped into the deep end of the pool.
     
    Buck flipped the light switch as he walked into the house, tossed his hat onto a hat rack—left over from the previous owner—and headed for the kitchen to get a cold drink. What he really wanted was a stiff shot of whiskey, but after a terrible night long ago he’d promised himself never again. So he made do with a soda, popped the top and carried it out to the back porch. He stood staring out at the landscape as he sipped on his drink.
    He was already convinced he’d done a damn foolish thing tonight. He should have just gotten in his truck, come home and taken a cold shower. But the pull between him and Amy Stark was so strong he couldn’t tear himself