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he closed the space between them and kissed her hard on the mouth. She tilted her head back as he devoured her moans and held her to him.
    The kiss grew wild in no time at all, and his large hands cupped her face between them as he made love to her mouth. He tasted like cigar and mint. His cologne penetrated her nostrils as she grabbed onto his forearms.
    As he continued to explore her mouth, making her weaker and weaker with every stroke of his tongue, he moved a hand away from her right cheek and down her arm that was holding him. He clutched her wrist then entwined her fingers with his own. She was small compared to him, and she felt every muscle in his hand and the hardness of his body. He was muscle and steel.
    He brought their clasped hands up to her chest as he slowly released her lips.
    She opened her eyes slowly and found his still closed a moment longer. She thought about that and its importance. His eyes were closed when he kissed her, as if he was just as taken aback with the desire as she was. In her eyes that was significant, and it meant he wasn’t faking his affections.
    Her lips parted as she slowly took in air and tried to calm her breathing.
    “You drive me wild, woman,” he whispered then kissed her bottom lip, taking it between his teeth gently before tugging it. He released her lower lip, kissing her fully on the mouth again.
    When he released her a second time, she took a moment to collect herself.
    “Monte, we shouldn’t have done that.”
    He shook his head and gave her that fierce look of his. She lowered her eyes, and he stepped back just a little but remained holding their clasped hands, this time against his own chest.
    “You don’t mean that, darling. You’re just a little scared.”
    She tried to pull away and then flinched because she did it too quickly and it hurt her ribs.
    He released her hands and swept her up into his arms, surprising her.
    She grabbed onto him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
    “Monte!”
    He carried her over to the long leather sofa and set her gently down onto the couch. He knelt on the floor and began to remove her heels.
    “Hey, I can do that.”
    One stern look from him and she closed her mouth and nibbled her bottom lip.
    “The faster you get used to BJ and I taking care of you, the less trouble that mouth of yours will get into.”
    “Excuse me, but, I never said that I needed taking care of, and what makes you think that I’ll be allowing you and the sheriff to take care of me?”
    He stood up and placed his hands on his hips. He was one sexy, fine-looking cowboy, and boy did her body know it.
    “Susanna, we’ve been pussyfooting around our feelings for you and yours for us for over a year now. The attraction is mutual and you know it. You’re always working, always too busy to do anything for yourself. Now, if you think my brother and I are going to waste any more time and stand by watching other men want you and try to move in on what’s ours, then you got another thing coming. Now close your eyes, rest a bit, and tell me where you put those painkillers the doctor gave you.”
    She took a deep breath and gave him the evil eye, even though her insides wanted to leap with joy at his declaration of affection for her and jealousy about other men. She was acting like a silly schoolgirl with a crush. Except she didn’t have a crush on just one guy but two sexy guys, who also happened to be brothers.
    She wasn’t ready for this, and she certainly wasn’t ready to be bossed around by two very bossy men.
    “No!” she retorted a few seconds too late. Her brain needed to catch up with his request.
    “No what?” He turned to face her.
    “I have to work tonight and close up. I don’t need to take any painkillers that will make me drowsy.”
    “Ava is closing up, honey. I’m taking you home or back to my place so you can truly rest and heal.”
    She swallowed hard. How the hell could I rest at his place? Is he fucking serious? Between his