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"But I don't think kissing you was a mistake," Evan says, his fingers twining with mine. "The only thing I regret is not fucking you senseless when we were in bed together last night."
His bluntness takes my breath away, and I gasp and swallow hard. "Wow."
"Too much?" he chuckles.
"Not too much," I tell him. "Not um...not enough."
I stumble over my words when his hand slides over to my thigh, squeezing just enough to remind me howbighis hands are. The touch is alien and strange, because no one has touched me like that in years.
No kisses, no embrace, no sex...
My libido comes raging back in a heartbeat, reminding me that I'm still a woman and that I'mhornyafter years out of the saddle.
And what is it they say--save a horse, ride a cowboy?
What better way to do that than hopping in bed with a Hart?
"I know what I want," I say quietly. "I want...I want to get laid. It's been a really long time and I'm..."
I don't know how to say this in a way that sounds sexy. I feel anything but sexy--just tired, and out of practice, and out of shape.
"It's okay to say you're horny," he chuckles.
"Oh my God, I amsohorny," I breathe. "I can't believe you actually want to."
"Want to what?"
"Have sex," I say, my eyes darting over to him. "With me. I'm not exactly a prime specimen or anything."
Evan frowns. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
I shrug. "I just feel used up--"
"Stop," he commands.
I fall silent.
"Not talking," he says. "I mean stop the car."
I pull over, my mouth suddenly very,verydry. We sit in silence for a second, but his hand is still on my thigh...and now his fingers are stroking my inner thigh through my jeans, and my heart is pounding.
"You're out of your mind if you think you aren't a gorgeous woman," he says. I can't look at him; I close my eyes, my hands still on the steering wheel, glued there like a deer in headlights.
"These thighs," he continues, his voice low, his hand trailing up to my hips. "These hips...just enough to hold onto."
I gasp, my pussy throbbing, my nipples pebbled under my t-shirt. I'm not wearing a bra; I haven't worn one in years, because no one is looking at me.
Now, though, I know he can see my nipples, and I can barely stand it. He lifts his hand, and I think he's done touching me--but then his knuckles graze over my breasts, through the thin jersey of my t-shirt.
"It's wild to me that you think any man could see you andnotwant to fuck you," he growls. "And I'll prove it."
His hand is on my face now, and he turns my chin gently.
"Open your eyes, Sam," he commands.
I open them to find him just inches away.
"Do you believe me?" he asks.
