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Taking a breath, he slid his fingers into her hair and tugged back her head.

“Yeah, because I can’t wait either,” he murmured huskily, and tightening his hold, he leaned in and glided his lips over hers.

Suddenly she was tugging at his T-shirt and trying to lift it over his head. Pulling back, he did it for her, then hastily unbuttoned her shirt and slid it down her arms, but only half way, pinning them to her sides.

“What are you—?” she began, but he kissed her again, an all-consuming, endless kiss, crushing her mouth.

“I’ve let you call the shots,” he murmured, moving his lips to her ear. “Not any more. Now I’m in charge, No more goin’ off the rails and riskin’ your neck. Got it?”

“I—uh—”

“Bailey, no more stunts and I’m in charge,” he repeated firmly, placing his hands on either side of her face. “Got it?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “You’re in charge.”

“Stay there.”

Quickly rising to his feet, he darted to the doors and locked them, then pulled down the shades and turned off all the lights except for a small amber lamp. Striding back to her, he swiftly removed her blouse, then took her hand and led her to the bed at the rear of the motorhome. As he pulled her onto the mattress with him, he reached behind her, unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside.

“Rick…you make me…”

“I make you what…?” he growled, fondling her naked breasts and nuzzling her neck.

“Later, I’ll tell you later,” she moaned, throwing her arms around him. “Just please, please make love to me?”

With her urgent plea stiffening his cock, he kicked off his boots, pulled off his jeans and boxers, then taking a breath, he began kissing her skin as he slowly removed the rest of her clothes.

* * *

Bailey had been so consumed with her hunt for Miss Piggy there had been no room in her life—or her heart—for anything else.

Not even for a casual date.

She didn’t believe such a thing existed.

There was always an expectation.

Just the thought of dealing with a fumbling attempt at a goodnight kiss had made her stomach churn.

Then it hit her.

She could use adoring men to help her find her mare.

Whenever she drove to a remote ranch, she was nervous, but with a cowboy at her side she didn’t have to worry about her safety.

So it began.

She didn’t care that many of the guys knew each other and probably gossiped about her. Finding Miss Piggy was her only focus. But now she was free, and as Rick’s rough hands sparked her skin, and his hardness rubbed against her thigh, she gave herself up, savoring his touch and every whispered wicked word.

“You,” he suddenly growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head, “need your butt spanked.”

“What do…?”

Before she could finish he deftly flipped her over, grabbed her hips and tugged them up. Suddenly on her elbows and knees, for a moment she was startled, but as his calloused palms roamed over her upturned backside, a rush of energy pulsed through her pussy.

“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he muttered, thrusting a finger into her sex. “You want it bad.”

“I do, I do,” she groaned. “I want you so much.”

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