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he
slipped inside her?  Would she react to him the way she did during her
dream?  “Does it move fast or slow?
    “It starts sort
of slow then it pumps more rapidly.”
    Hmm. Hard, fast
and deep. Oh, God. “All that pumping’s bound to cause some friction.”
    Her eyes
darkened slightly. “Friction?”
    “You know, heat,
Delaney.”
    She nodded.
“There’s a lot of heat.”
    There would be
fire, hot licks of it drenched with sweat. “With all that heat being generated,
a piston probably needs some kind of lubrication.”
    He could imagine
the lubrication involved. “Tell me, Delaney, about the lubrication. Is it slick
and hot, coating everything to insure smooth, deep penetration?”
    Her lips parted
on a sigh and her eyes glazed as if in passion. “Uh, huh.”  
    Rick dipped his
head, until his mouth was a fraction away from hers and their breath mingled.
One taste. All he needed was one taste and he could hand cuff his insane desire
where Delaney was concerned.
    When his lips
barely touched Delaney’s, he heard footsteps.
    “Need any help?”

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Delaney read the
same page for the third time not comprehending a single word. This was a romance
novel by her favorite author and yet the words barely registered in her brain.
She closed the book with a snap and tossed it onto the end of the cot in the
jail cell. On the way back to the sheriff’s office, Rick had been quiet and had
avoided even looking at her much less talking to her. All she’d seen of his
face was his profile and the clenching and unclenching of his jaw. She couldn’t
imagine what she’d done to make him so angry.
    Back at the
garage, he’d sent her the same super charged signals that he wanted to kiss her
as much as she wanted to kiss him. When they’d arrived at the office, he’d
practically pushed her out of the truck then driven away as though the hounds
of hell were after him.
    Despite his
anger, all she could think about was Rick and the kiss they’d almost shared.
Every time she thought about his tempting mouth her heart raced, her skin
tingled with invisible warmth and she grew wet between her legs. If only Linc
hadn’t interrupted them she would know the exact taste and texture of Rick’s
lips and how his tongue felt rubbing over hers.
    Upon her return
to Rick’s office, she’d taken a shower and scrubbed as much grease from her
hands and nails as possible. With a sigh, Delaney took off her jeans, lay down
on the cot, and settled her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes and didn’t
resist this time when the daytime fantasy she’d denied herself for the past
hour filled her mind.
    Even though her
eyes were closed, she knew Rick stood in the doorway of the cell. She’d
deliberately shifted the cot so the foot faced the open cell’s door. She wanted
Rick to have a clear view of everything she was about to show him, every nuance
of her femininity, every detail of her body, down to the exact shape and
fullness of her clit. It was all for him, just for him and him only. She pulled
up the hem of the nightshirt she wore exposing the lower half of her naked body
to his view. With a slight smile on her lips, she moaned softly as she raised
her knees and opened her thighs. Cool air wafted against her, but she knew very
soon her own arousal would warm her from the inside out.
    Easing her hand
down between her legs she rubbed her middle finger over her clit, then she
rubbed it again and again until she felt the fluid of her own body begin to
trickle out and coat her skin. The force of her self induced fiery response
began to build inside her like a warm wave. She opened her eyes to slits and
saw him standing in the doorway, his gaze riveted to her hand moving in sensual
motion as she pleasured herself. Having him watch made her feel hotter and
sexier than she’d ever felt in her life. As she stroked her clit, he took off
his belt, unzipped his pants and lowered them to his ankles.
    He stepped out
of