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moonlight. Her voice was just above a whisper. “I bet you could ...” He was standing so close to her, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face.
    Kiss me, just kiss me already. She wished he would have picked up on her unspoken plea but he didn’t.
    “Goodnight, Iowa.” He flashed a killer smile as he left to return to the stables and the foal.
      
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    Graysen slipped her shoes off and crept quietly into the cabin. She took extra care not to make noise since her parents were sleeping. Her brother and sister were still at the lodge. Once in her bedroom, she carefully shut the door and hurried to the window. She gathered the lace of the curtain back and watched as the silhouette of Colt’s body was veiled by the dark Wyoming night. After closing the curtain, she decided to draw herself a bath. She really meant to take a quick bath in the big claw-footed bathtub, but when she sunk down into the warm, sudsy water, she groaned and leaned her head back on the rolled-up towel. She shut her eyes and pictured Colt. He was standing smack in the middle of her fantasy. He had a big smile on his sexy face. He was bare-chested, and his belt buckle was undone showing a fine line of dark hair extending downward. She lazed in the water until it went cold, thinking about Colt’s body crushing hers when they made love. She lingered in those thoughts, wondering how he was in bed, knowing if he was half as good at love making as he was at horse training she would be in trouble.
    At twenty, she was one of the last of her friends who still clung to her virginity. Actually, she wasn’t clinging to it; she just hadn’t met the right man yet. There was never anyone who she could confidently say she wanted to be with. Graysen knew when she gave herself fully to a man it would be with someone who she deeply cared about and had a shot at a meaningful relationship with. She knew Kevin wasn’t that man. His attempt at kissing her left her feeling as combustible as a damp firecracker. The idea of practical, sensible, and safe Kevin looked good on paper, but like a plain bologna sandwich on white bread, he was boring and tasteless. Despite wanting a planned out life, Graysen knew she didn’t want an Oscar Meyer relationship. No boring main course for the rest of her adult life was going to cut it. She wanted to eat her dessert first. She craved deep, dark, decadent chocolate cake and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. She wanted to gather up every bit and not miss anything on her plate. Colt McCord was that chocolate cake and she planned on savoring every inch of him.

 
     
     
     

     
     
    “Damn it! Damn it!” Colt kicked his boots through the hay and feed scattered along the barn floor. He could have kicked himself for not taking the opportunity to kiss that beautiful woman when he had the chance. When they’d said good night, she’d raised her toffee eyes to his and gazed at him through her long eyelashes. She was practically begging him to take her in his arms and taste her soft, lush mouth. Truth be told, he was nervous and impatient. He was sorely out of practice when it came to wooing a woman, let alone kissing one.
    Although he was a bit rusty at matters of the heart, not a single woman had ever affected Colt like Graysen Beaufort. She was a paradox in a pair of heels. One minute she was the stiff, socialite, city girl and the next moment a kind, tender woman tearing up at the sight of an injured foal. She had him in knots. His gut twisted up like a combine in an F5 tornado.
    Earlier at the corral while they were talking, the breeze had set free a strand of her chestnut hair and it swept across her face. He had to thrust his hands into his jean pockets just to keep himself from gently tucking it back behind her ear. His hand twitched just from thinking about how it would feel as he rubbed it between his rough, callused thumb and index finger. He thought of how he would lightly graze her