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warm haze that felt almost like home. Austin moved his hands up her thighs. “Spread your legs now,” he told her.
    “This…this is not…”
    He could tell his little rabbit was getting awfully nervous now, on display like this. “I won’t touch you, I promise.”
    Startled, she looked down at him. “You…you won’t touch me?”
    “Nope. I give you my word as a vaquero, as a man of honor. I won’t touch that sweet, pretty little pussy of yours. Just let me take a peek.”
    “You lied before,” she reminded him.
    “I did,” he slurred, “but I did not give you my word as a vaquero…and I am now. I’m only going to look this time, rabbit. I will not touch.”
    She hesitated, then lifted one of her high heels accordingly. “A real, live cowboy,” she sighed as he ran his hands along her lower belly. “ A vaquero . I’ve lived here all my life and never knew one…like this.”
    She tensed as he moved his fingers over her, as if waiting for him to break his promise. He skimmed her sweat-slicked skin all around, her hips, her thighs, inching closer but drawing back every time. Not one fingertip brushed over those downy soft curls. He chuckled at her nervousness and traced a line down the crease of her thigh. She gasped and jumped. “I’m still not touching you,” he pointed out.
    She pushed out toward him, grunting in frustration.
    He laughed. “Problem, little rabbit?”
    “Damn it, Austin! Will you stop?”
    He leaned back on his heels, pulling his hands away and resting them on his own thighs. “Stop?”
    “No, damn it!” she snapped. “Don’t stop! Start! ”
    “Start what?”
    She growled—actually growled —at him.
    He tried not to laugh.
    “You know!” she hissed.
    “Nah, I’m just a country boy, little rabbit. I’m afraid you’re going to have to tell me what that means.”
    She growled at him again, this time clenching her hands into fists, and he suppressed another grin, one that was likely to get him a smack in the face at any moment. “Touch me!” she demanded. “Like before, in the elevator. Oh, God. Just do it. Just touch me. ”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled and moved closer again. He ran his fingers along her slit. Her lips were hot and swollen. When he parted her, he could feel the scorching heat of her core on his palm, along with her increasing wetness. She rode his hand, without needing instruction or encouragement. Whatever anxiety she’d felt earlier seemed to have melted away.
    Leah ground herself on his hand, pushing her clit into him, and groaning in frustration and pleasure. He pretended a bit longer that he didn’t know what she wanted, what she needed, just to see how far she’d go to get it for herself. Her thighs squeezed him hard and she finally reached down to place her own hand over his. She pressed harder, rode faster, squeezed tighter and gasped.
    Austin had just enough sense left to realize she was about to give herself an orgasm and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet. “Don’t ride off without me,” he growled suddenly and lurched to his feet. She hissed and slammed back against the wall.
    “I’ve got a condom in my bag,” he told her, starting to turn away.
    She clawed at him, pulling him back. “You don’t need one. It’s okay.”
    He narrowed his eyes at her in the darkened room. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded. “It’s safe.”
    Needing no more encouragement, he tore at his belt and zipper frantically, wanting to get inside her before she clawed his face off. And judging by her expression, she just might.
    He shoved his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees and surged forward. She made a surprised noise as he gripped her hips, lifted her, and set her down on his aching, freed cock. Austin let out a loud groan as he inched his way into her tight channel. Leah cried out loudly and he panicked, forcing himself to stop. He set her on her feet and pulled back out, body rigid with fear. He glanced down at the end of his throbbing