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  “Please, Dan…”

  “Please, what?”

  She couldn’t vocalize it.

  “What do you want, honey? You gotta tell me. You want my mouth, my hands or my cock?”

  How did she say it?

  “Talk to me, baby.”

  “I want…you.”

  “Inside?”

  She nodded, feeling a blush spread over her from head to toe.

  Dan got out of the car. Where was he going? He slammed the driver’s side door and rounded the hood, then opened her door and unbuckled his belt. Just the sounds of him undressing turned her on, quickened her breath with anticipation. “Let me sit there.” He stretched out a hand to her and she got out, switched places with him.

  Dan sat on the edge of the seat and drew her onto his knees, pushing her skirt up around her waist. He tugged her forward and rubbed her with his penis until she thought she’d come apart right then, the cool air on her backside and his hot erection under her.

  Then he parted her and drove slickly home in one thrust, gripping her bottom hard.

  Lil cried out with the pleasure of it, the sudden fullness, the hot streak of lightning that shot through her.

  He groaned against her neck and then took her mouth with his, moving her up and down on him, thrusting as if his life depended on it.

  She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle, scraping her nipples along the shirt he hadn’t bothered to take off. Her camisole was still on, too, but bunched up under her arms.

  Dan bent her back, still thrusting, and took one of her breasts into his mouth, rolling the taut peak against his tongue and sucking her into an altered state where the only focus she had was the indescribable sensations between her legs.

  She could feel his cock almost all the way up to her throat, and it penetrated some bubble of tension she didn’t even know she had, bursting it into a channel of bliss. Then the small narrow channel filled with hot honey, which rose and rose until it spilled over and drenched her in a thick, sweet climax very different from any she’d had last night—but just as satisfying.

  Dan had slowed his tempo and he drove home between her legs one, two, three more times before shuddering and spilling himself inside her. “Aaaahhhhhh,” he groaned into her hair.

  They still held each other so tightly that breathing was difficult, and Lil forced herself to peel her fingers off his shoulders. “I don’t know what it is you do to me, or how you do it,” she whispered. “But you make me feel so good. I’m not a lady around you. But I sure am a woman.”

  “COME SLEEP WITH ME, Lilia.” His voice was hoarsely sexy as he drove them back the forty-five miles or so to Farmington.

  “I don’t have a change of clothes, or even a toothbrush.”

  “So? I don’t plan on letting you sleep in your clothes, and you can brush your teeth in the morning when I take you home.”

  “Dan…”

  “Just say yes. Tell me that if you don’t come back to my hotel with me, you won’t sleep a wink for thinking about my hands on you all night. My mouth on you. Me inside you.”

  “How many times can a person do it in one night? You’re a goat, Dan.”

  He grinned. “Just call me Billy. Call me anything. Just come back to my room with me.”

  “I really shouldn’t.”

  “Should, darlin’, is a useless word. You either do or you don’t, but screw whether you should. It’s second-guessing and all it does is make you feel guilty. Nothing about sex should make you feel guilty. You’re not married or engaged or a whore. Now come on, I’m not done uncivilizing you, yet.”

  “How can I turn you down when you put it that way?” Lil raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Yes!” he pumped a fist into the air, and she couldn’t help but laugh. He was like a teenage boy who’d just scored a goal.

  She pondered the dualities in his character. He was a man who didn’t, in general, give a damn what anybody thought—yet here he was, putting himself through the equivalent of charm school so that he wouldn’t embarrass his little sister at her wedding.

  He obviously hated all of Lil’s rules, but he soaked them up like a sponge. And he thought she was prissy and formal, yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. What did it all mean?

  And what was it in her that responded so completely to his sexuality and his rough manners? She wasn’t the type to fall for a man like him. But she thrilled to his simple masculinity and his quirky, cynical way of looking at the world. His sureness of self. The fact that he seemed to understand where she came from, even though they were from two different planets. He came from a raw, all-male one, she from a refined all-female one.

  She didn’t have the answers, but she did have a fling. While she hoped that Nana wouldn’t be horrified and ashamed of her for going to spend a torrid night twisting in the sheets with a client, Lil felt that if she didn’t, she’d be letting some part of herself down.

  She’d always sought to please Nana and her standards, deserve the love that Lisbeth had shown her. But Nana was gone now…wasn’t it time to please herself?

  Before Lil knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot of a big chain hotel. God, she couldn’t walk in there with no panties on! She turned and felt behind her for the missing blue scrap of silk, but came up with nothing. She unfastened her seat belt and turned, now on her knees.

  “Don’t you dare,” murmured Dan, undoing his seat belt, too. He slipped a hand up under her skirt and stroked her bare buttocks. “We have no use for those.”

  “But…”

  “Butt,” he agreed. “Very nice butt. Come on, Miz Lilia. You think anybody working the desk in there has X-ray vision? I doubt it.” He got out and opened her door, held his big hand out to her.

  She put her small one into it and let him help her out. They walked into the hotel without incident, rode the elevator to his floor and entered a room like any other hotel room she’d been in.

  The difference was that Dan was here, Dan who in a split second had no shirt and pulled her against his lightly furred, spectacularly muscular chest. Just the sight of it made her knees go weak, but the feel of it…the rough hair against her cheek, his nipples under her tongue, the rich, salty taste of his skin.

  She bit lightly at his nipples and he groaned, closing his eyes. She really had no idea what to do next, so she just followed her instincts. She sank her teeth into his pecs and then alternately kissed them. She ran her tongue down between them until she got to the strip of hair at his belly. Pausing, she closed her eyes and thought of carrots. She could do this. She wanted to give him pleasure as he’d given it to her.

  And, okay—she wanted, for the first time in her life, the sexual power that he’d had over her. Could she make him writhe and buck and tangle his hands in her hair, too? Could she make him beg for release as she had? She was going to find out.

  Lil knelt before him and cupped him with her hand through his suit trousers. She’d known he would be hard already, and he didn’t disappoint her.

  Dan sucked in a breath and looked down with something akin to disbelief as she unzipped him and put her hand inside his pants, stroking him through the thin cotton boxers he wore, then parting those and pulling him out so that he sprang free. She caressed the velvety skin of his penis, fascinated by the head and the single translucent drop that had formed at the eye.

  She cast a look upward at him to find him looking stunned as she moved her mouth close to the tip of him. His breathing was ragged and he’d taken his lower lip between his teeth. Sweat beaded above his mouth.

  Lil bent her head and, drawn to the drop of moisture, touched the tip of her tongue to it.

  “Ohhh.”

  The taste was peculiar but not bad, not salty as she’d heard other women claim. She slicked her tongue over the entire head of his penis and then closed her lips on it. She slid her hands around to his backside and took him by the buttocks.

  Dan, cocky, more-than-masculine Dan, shook in the le
gs. And she was the reason. She was causing this reaction. She smiled and slid him farther into her mouth.

  “Aaahhhh.” His voice actually broke, and he gasped for air, sliding his hands into her hair and shaking some more.

  She took him in as far as she could and then fisted one hand around the root of him, as Shannon had shown her so ridiculously on the carrot. She used the moisture from her mouth to wet her fist as she withdrew and then took him deep into her mouth again.

  His breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and she rubbed underneath the root with her thumb as she started the rhythm that would please him. Then she caressed his balls with her other hand.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he moaned, moving his own hands to her cheeks. “I never thought—ooohhhhhh—you’d want to.”

  She sucked him firmly, and though her jaw began to ache, she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth and the increasingly guttural noises he began to make as she took him higher and higher to the place he wanted to be.

  In and out. In and out. In and out.

  What was she going to do when the time came? She vaguely remembered Shannon teasing her about this, too. Lil didn’t know. Was it disgusting, or was it perfectly natural?

  “I’m losing it,” he gasped. “I’m going to come, honey, you’re killing me. I don’t want to choke you, I’m gonna pull out—”

  Even in the blindness of passion, her rough cowboy was a true gentleman. Lil’s heart turned over as she continued to slide her fist over him and he jerked and spasmed uncontrollably.

  His seed spilled between her fingers and she didn’t find it disgusting. It was part of him, an expression of the pleasure she’d brought him.

  “You’re amazing,” he whispered, as she pressed her face into his thigh and inhaled the scent of expensive wool.

  Was she amazing? Really? On her first time? She’d never been tempted to do it for Li. Not once. But Dan Granger was different. And once again, she’d left her lady persona behind in order to find the woman inside her. A woman of appetites she’d never suspected.

  12

  SHE AWOKE NAKED in bed with him, her head pillowed on his warm, furry chest. He smelled wonderful: of male skin, something piney, tinges of laundry detergent and a waft of sporty deodorant.

  She blinked the night’s blur from her eyes but didn’t move.

  “That tickles,” he complained sleepily. He opened his own eyes and looked at her. “You have the longest lashes I’ve ever seen. Gorgeous, but ticklish against a man’s bare skin.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize. It’s a very nice way to be woken up.” He stroked a hand over her hair, sending delicious shivers through her scalp. Then he moved to her neck and back, and she almost purred. His touch on her…it was heaven. Now his hand cupped her buttocks, rubbed over them, began to inch between her legs.

  His fingers fluttered against her mons, his palm still nudged firmly against her backside, and it felt incredibly erotic as he played with her. Lil moaned and raised her bottom shamelessly to give him better access.

  “Will you do something for me, Lilia?”

  Lost to lust, she nodded without reservations.

  “Okay, then. Come ’ere.” He pulled her up onto his chest so she straddled it, but when she tried to lower herself onto him, he cupped her bottom and hauled her all the way up to his neck. “I want you to sit on my face.”

  She blinked at him in shock. “You what?”

  “You heard me. Come on, darlin’. Sit right here.” He pointed to his mouth.

  She stayed right where she was, frozen. Then she shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “I just can’t. It’s too…dirty.”

  He laughed. “What’s the difference between you sittin’ here and me goin’ down on you?”

  “It’s just different.” She swung her leg over him and backed off the bed, still tingling from his fingers but alarmed at where he was trying to take her. She crossed one arm over her breasts and the other over her sex.

  She had to draw a line somewhere. She didn’t know this man well at all. He was a client. He was taking advantage of her need to walk on the wild side a little. It’s not like this was turning into a relationship.

  Sit on his…? Oh, no, I don’t think so. That seemed to cross over from pleasurable to…to…filthy.

  Dan sat up. “Where’re you going?”

  “I have to shower. You have to take me home. We’ve got a riding lesson for you in two hours.”

  “Come ’ere. Two hours is a long time. Let’s have breakfast in bed.”

  She shook her head. Besides the fact that he’d shocked her, she felt disgusting. She hadn’t been able to brush her teeth last night, she hadn’t washed her face, and her whole body smelled like sex. And he wanted her to…? Out of the question!

  He sighed. “Do I have to come and get you?” And he started to get out of bed, too.

  “No! I said no.” Her legs were shaking now. “I mean it. I’m going to take a shower now. Alone.”

  His face was the picture of disappointment. “You are failing Uncivilization 101, Lil.”

  “I’m so sorry to hear that.” She turned and walked into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the water. Why did she feel like a witch? She had her boundaries.

  Last night, in the darkness after a half-bottle of wine—anything had been possible. She blushed under the shower spray thinking about her mouth on his cock.

  Have you ever given a blow job, Lil?

  Yes. A damn fine one, thank you very much.

  But you won’t—

  No!

  Something about climbing onto a man and grinding her…her…herself into his face—it just didn’t bear thinking about.

  Then why is it making you so hot?

  It’s not that, it’s the soap. She was soaping herself between the legs, and the stimulation was accidental, just as it was on her breasts.

  They ached and her nipples were taut under the shower spray. Lil propped one leg up on the tub and let the water rinse away all the soap in various crevices. She wasn’t going to touch herself anymore—that, too, was somehow dirty.

  Oh, and a man’s face between your legs while you’re on your back isn’t?

  Stop it! Lil closed her eyes and focused on the one thing that would make all of this sexual torment go away: her grandmother.

  She used one of the tiny bottles of shampoo, and massaged it into her hair, remembering how when she was little, Nana had carefully done this for her. She’d been so gentle, making sure not to get any in Lil’s eyes.

  Nana had raised her to be a nice girl. Someone with her values in the right place, and gracious manners.

  It wasn’t at all nice or gracious to be thinking about touching herself or riding some cowboy’s dirty mouth.

  And something else bothered her, too: Dan had gone straight to playing with her goodies, so to speak. He hadn’t tried to kiss her on the mouth. Didn’t that say something? Loud and clear?

  Yes. It was a reminder that this thing between her and the cowboy was all about sex, and it had no future—which made her feel dirty all over again.

  Nana would be so disappointed in her, if she knew. Before she’d died, she’d already been putting linens aside for Lil’s hope chest; her wedding to Li Wong. She’d collected silver for her since she was born.

  And now her granddaughter was having sex in parking lots and cars and hotels—and worse: on her mahogany dining table…with a man who barely knew how to use a fork.

  Nice, Lilia. Very nice.

  DAN TOOK ONE LOOK at the idiotic black riding boots that darling, uptight Lilia not only thought he’d pay for, but wear. “No. And I’m not wearing the velvet hat, and don’t even think about the bun-hugger britches. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with my Western boots and a pair of jeans.”

  She sighed. “Dan, you may as well get used to the boots because you have to wear them in order to participate in the steeplechase the
day after the wedding. The pants, too. As for the hat, that one’s for the chase and offers you little protection. You’ll be wearing a different one, even uglier, today. It’s a safety helmet, somewhat like what bicyclists use. And yes, you will wear it, or you’re not legally able to get on a horse at Central Pines Stables. It has to do with their insurance policy.”

  Lilia had washed any shared intimacy down the shower drain this morning, and was back to being her annoyingly polished, professional self. She behaved as if she hadn’t taken him into her mouth last night, hadn’t ridden him like she had in the open air on the seat of the Mustang. It really pissed him off.

  She’d sat primly without speaking on the ride back to her house and given him a polite thank-you, but no kiss or any hint that she considered him anything but a tool to get her off. Was he being punished for trying to bring her pleasure?

  He knew he’d shocked her, but he was damned if he understood why. Women! He guessed it was a good thing he hadn’t asked her to sixty-nine with him. She would have thought he was Satan, and run screaming out of the hotel.

  Dan gave the polished, black, knee-high boots another disgusted glance. “Fine. I’ll put ’em on with my jeans. I’ll wear the blasted helmet. But you can return those britches or put ’em through the shredder, because I’m just not the kind of guy who wears spandex. Got it?”

  Her mouth tightened. “Fine. But I’ll warn you that they’ll feel different in the saddle than your jeans. They’re slicker, and you should think about getting used to them before they cause you to break your neck over an English hedge.”

  He shot her an amused glance. “I haven’t been unseated on a horse since I was about fifteen.”

  “Maybe that’s because you had a nice big saddle horn to hang on to. English saddles don’t have them, so good luck.”

  He ran his tongue over his teeth and poked it into one cheek. “I don’t need your luck, Lil. And I don’t appreciate you questioning my riding ability. What do you think I do all day, sweet pea?”