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that came from if you don't behave." He
ran his fingers along her arms, her legs and then her hands tenderly. "I
think I got them all out. Can you feel anymore?"
    Taylor's head spun with all the different sensations
coursing through her. Her body stung from all the thorns and scrapes. Her ass
burned from the spanking, and her inner core throbbed with desire. She wanted more.
She wanted more of Jason's touch...whichever way he chose to give it.
    "No, I think you got them all. Thank you."
    Jason applied some ointment on the bigger scrapes and placed
some bandages on the ones that were still bleeding.
    "You're welcome." He packed up the first aid kit
and made his way to the stairs. "Come on, let's go to bed."
    Taylor's heart skipped a beat. If only he truly meant
what he said. Spending a night in this cowboy's bed seemed like one hell of an
idea.
    When they reached the hallway between their bedrooms, they
both paused in awkward silence. There was something about Jason that made her
want to wrap her arms around him and entice her way into his bed. But at the
same time, she wanted to strangle the jerk. After tonight, she wanted him more
than ever before. Was it the spanking? Was it the strength, the over-protectiveness,
and his dominance? Or was it his gentle touch as he cared for her lovingly?
Taylor could not figure it out.
    Jason was the first to break the silence. "Good night,
Taylor."
    The huskiness of his voice made her heart pitter patter and
her knees go weak. God, she wanted him.
    "Good night, Jason." She walked into her room and
closed the door behind her.
    She turned and looked over at the naked bed, quickly
realizing that her foolish attempt to escape had left her sheets in a knotted
pile outside in the dark. She had no choice but to go to Jason to see where the
spare sheets were stored. Turning back around, she went to knock on his door.
    Before she could even get the second knock to connect with
the wood, it flung open. Jason emerged, his body silhouetted by the light
shining through his window. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled
her lips to his. The warmth on her mouth dissolved away all thought, and every
sense in her body, except for touch. Fire exploded within her, leaving her
panting for air. Jason spanned her waist with his strong hands, his fingertips
meeting as he pulled her hard against him. She felt his loss of control, as a
shudder ripped through him. Taylor gasped for breath, aware of the bulge in his
pants, screaming for release. The moan she’d been trying to hold back escaped
her in a tantalizing rush. Jason’s hands tightened at her waist. He reeled her
into him, molding her to his solid chest with unexpectedly sensual, gentle
hands. Feeling more of the hard length of his sex pressing against her stomach,
Taylor craved more.
    She finally remembered to breathe. Lifting her head to look
up at him, she saw nothing more than the shadowed outline of his broad
shoulders, backlit from the soft moonlight beaming through his bedroom window.
    "I didn’t mean to bother you," she managed, the
words weak and breathless.
    "You aren’t." He slid his hands lower, cupping her
still-tender buttocks. "You’re dangerous, Taylor." His husky words
sounded like a warning – a strained voice of reason, echoing amongst a storm of
hungry need.
    Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking his
strength and command. "We hardly know each other, but I feel..." Her
voice trailed off. Taylor did not know what else to say, how else to resist a
man so able to shatter her common sense.
    She ran her fingertips up the center of his chest and across
to his upper arms. Desire flooded through her as she touched him. Muscles
flexed beneath her fingertips, increasing the heat that flooded her senses.
    He held her still, lowering his head, kissing the side of
her neck with his parted lips. He seduced her with gentleness. "Tell me to
stop," he commanded.
    Taylor shook her head, not wanting to fight him, or fight
the