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pressure skyrocketed, and she lurched into the open elevator doors.
    Crowding into the back corner, she let her head fall against the wall. “Dammit.”
    Her body still hummed from the insane orgasms he’d given her. As she plummeted story after story to the ground level, she replayed the experience in her mind. Each moment of pleasure was drawn out in her mind the same way he spoke—with honeyed sweetness.
    His thorough lovemaking gave her the feeling that what they’d shared had been more intimate. More than a one-night stand.
    “Dammit.” She focused on the numbers of each floor flying by and before the doors opened fully, she was pushing through the crack.
    As she walked swiftly toward the exit, she threw one more look over her shoulder, expecting to see Dusty half-naked in the casino. Her ears rang with the din of people tossing away all their hard-earned money in the slots. In the back of the room a machine pealed as someone won.
    She hurried out of the building and stopped a half a block over to put on her boots. Then she walked much more slowly to her own hotel.
    In her room she threw herself on her big mattress and tried to slow her racing mind. Why had she climbed into bed with him? She wasn’t a woman who slept around. She’d only had a handful of partners.
    But none of them were a big professional cowboy with a wicked tongue. She flopped onto her back and tried to evict all the dirty deeds he’d done from her head.
    “Avalee!” Thumping followed.
    What the—
    She bolted upright and ran to the door. Pressing her eye to the peephole, she sucked in a gasp. Dusty. Here at her door. How had he found her?
    The metal slab shook under his fist again.
    She whipped it open and faced him, prepared with a rejection speech. But the minute three inches of metal door weren’t separating them, all thoughts flew out her ear.
    He’d taken a moment to throw on T-shirt, jeans and boots. His hat was jammed far over his eyes but not enough that she couldn’t see his glare.
    When he met her gaze, a pained look crossed his face. He compressed his lips. “Fuck, Avalee.”
    She pushed out the breath she’d been holding. Her body was still screaming for this man. He’d said he wasn’t finished with her. Her libido liked that—a lot.
    He took one step toward her. She remained in the doorway, unable to move. When he skimmed his knuckles along her cheekbone, she swayed toward him.
    “Wanna make another terrible mistake?” His dark tone matched his coloring perfectly.
    “Yeah. I do.” She threw her arms around him, and he bore her back into her room.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Dusty’s broad chest pressed her down onto the bed, and he captured her lips. Soft, buttery kisses that left her boneless. She spread her fingers over his shoulders, gasping with each pass of his tongue through her mouth.
    When he dotted kisses along her jaw to her throat, she couldn’t stop her noises from escaping. He shot her a crooked grin that sent a new throb of liquid heat to her pussy.
    “Arch your neck for me, sugar.”
    She obeyed his command, wondering why she couldn’t resist him. He commanded her, and her body didn’t question. While the more controlling part of her said this wasn’t a good idea, a freer self stood up and demanded notice.
    It was Christmas, after all. And she’d been on Santa’s nice list her whole life. Didn’t she deserve to have a bit of naughty now?
    As he sucked and nipped at her throat, he ground his cock against her pussy. Either riding broncs had given him amazing hip moves or he’d trained as an erotic dancer, because he was damn fine.
    He gripped her hip, extending his thumb over the seam of her jeans. Her pussy flooded, and she issued a ragged moan. Before he could give her the pleasure she craved, though, he eased his hand under her nape and lifted her lips to his.
    Their kiss was slow. Maddening. And hot as hell. He teased her with the barest caresses. Just as she began to respond in the same way, he