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way she molded herself to him and moaned against his kiss, meeting his exploring tongue with her own. He allowed this tender touching to go on as he slid his hands behind her, lowering them to cup the bottom that had intrigued him earlier in the day. The firmness of her flesh under his fingers excited him further, causing him to pull her closer to him, pressing his engorged manhood against her abdomen, wanting her to feel how badly he needed her.
    Cass felt the desire that blazed between them. She felt the pressure of Brett's body, rhythmically pulsing against her, and she felt her own body changing inside to accommodate him. But she'd never been with a man before. She'd never met one she'd wanted like this. A fog seemed to cloud her thinking as she matched his motion with her own and opened her mouth more, allowing a deepening of their kiss.
    Brett tasted Cassidy's sweet kiss. He let his tongue tease hers, then retreated to nibble on her beautiful, full lips. He licked gently across her lower lip and pulled it into his mouth for a moment, then kissed her fully again, savoring every second of their union. Bringing one hand up between them, he found her breast, the nipple hardened with desire. He brushed his palm across it and felt her shudder as sensation shot through her.
    Cass nearly gr oaned out loud as she felt white-hot ripples flowing from where Brett massaged her breast. She pushed herself deeper into his hand and knew that he could give her even more pleasure. The pressure of his arousal was increasing with each moment, and the feel of his strong body against hers was drugging her. Her knees felt week and she wasn't sure she could remain standing without the support of his well-muscled arm around her. So this is sex, she thought. But deep inside her she knew she’d only just begun the journey toward true passion.
    "Oh ! Excuse me….  I mean….  I’ll come back later,” Bill Conroy stammered as he entered the office.  I’ll just go…  I…”
    Cass jerke d away from Brett at the sound of Bill's voice, horror and embarrassment turning her face blood red.
    Brett glan ced up at the flustered man and tried to stand straighter, but his still evident arousal made moving nearly impossible. He looked at Cassidy, blushing, embarrassed, her beautiful lips swollen from his kisses, and felt a new surge of passion's blood rushing to his loins. The quick slamming of the door as the barber made a hurried retreat brought his attention back to the interruption. “Who was that?" he asked, his voice coming out in a raspy groan.
    Cass heard Brett's question, but she couldn't force herself to make eye contact with him. She was more embarrassed than she'd ever been in her life, and she couldn't understand her own actions. She'd never responded to a man in this fashion before, never lost control, or felt that reality had ceased to exist. What power did Brett Ryder have that other men didn't?
    "Cass?" he prodded.
    Cass tentatively raised her eyes to meet his. When she did, she felt herself being pulled into their gray depths, the whirling fires of desire rising up to claim her once more.
    Brett felt Cass's gaze as though she touched him still. The inferno of passion that burned between them stunned him, causing him to open his lips and take a deep breath. This woman was under investigation, he'd just seen her gun down a man in the street, and yet all he wanted to do was pull her down across the sheriff's desk and bury himself in her, to plunder her body until she cried out his name in ecstasy. The picture in his mind's eye sent a shocking jolt of blood to pulse deep within his loins. Leaning slightly forward, he began to reach out for her once more, slowly.
    Cass saw Brett's gesture and realized what it meant. She wouldn't be able to resist him if he touched her again, and she didn't want to be found in an even more embarrassing position should someone else come along. The thought that Bill Conroy had walked in on them, was