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  "No."

  Despite her weak protest, he continued to check her head, searching it for bumps until she shoved him away.

  "A gentleman would realize I had no clothes on and leave me be.” Her sharp tone damn near knocked him flat.

  Hell, if she could snap like that, then she couldn't be too injured. Just loud, which made sense, considering her big mouth.

  How could such torrents of deafening noise come from such beautiful, lush lips? So soft, and full—the sweet color of strawberries. Damned kissable. He could just imagine them wrapped around his cock...

  "Yeah, sorry, um...” He should back away, leave the bathroom, and do it now.

  Except he couldn't.

  He just kept staring down at her, drinking up the sight of her exposed body like a thirsty man stared at a glass of cool lemonade.

  But Kirsten was hot, very hot. On fire, in fact, and he just couldn't stop looking any more than he could help bending down to kiss her.

  He claimed her lips with his own as he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her naked body. Every one of her exposed curves pressed against him, soft and supple.

  Ah, to touch them, to taste them. To savor her like the sweet treat she was.

  Desperate need raked through Reid and his appraisal of her grew hotter, more demanding. Kirsten responded with fervor to his kissing, matching his nibbling and tongue flicking with her own. Surprised by her eagerness, his mouth melted into hers, more and more desperate to possess all of her.

  She tasted so sweet, like rich, fresh honey. Overcome, distantly his mind wondered what other parts of her might taste like.

  He had to find out.

  * * * *

  Sandpaper against silk, Reid's calloused fingers roamed the length of her body and then returned to her breasts. He massaged them in his hands like putty, pulling at her nipples gently, then bent down his head to suckle on them. His tongue flicked against their hardness, his teeth lightly nipping at them before he suctioned them so hard it made her hips arch.

  Kirsten screamed out, her cry a beg to be taken. She needed Reid like nothing she'd ever known before and dammit she'd have him. Frenzied, she reached out and began to tear at his shirt, yanking at the fabric furiously. She ripped at the cotton, anything to remove the clothing barrier he still wore between them. Seams tore as she jerked it over his head, impatient to discover the dark trail she'd been ogling for hours.

  Rewarded at last, Kirsten cast aside his shirt and roamed his chest with both her eyes and her hands. The muscles under her fingertips, hard and sculpted, tickled her fingers with the tiny ebony curls. The black path only grew thicker farther down, and she followed its shadow, impatient for more. She wanted the prize at the end of it, the trophy. All thumbs, she fumbled the buttons and pulled at the pants, frantic to get into them. Reid's hands closed in around hers, moving them away to aid her in her efforts. He rose up onto his knees, allowing her better access.

  Tingles thundered between her thighs, anticipation warming in her lower body. Clenched, her body tight with desire, she licked her lips, ready when his long thick cock popped out from his jeans. Rubbing her hands up and down its shaft, she wrapped her lips around it and swallowed all of him. Lightly, with tongue and teeth, she grazed its soft skin, relishing in the feel of him deep in her throat. He began to thrust back and forth, slowly, as if he savored the very feel of her mouth.

  It was everything she'd pictured all afternoon. No, better. Such length and bulk was not imaginable. More like incredulous.

  She needed every succulent inch of it deep inside of her. Large. Filling. Now.

  When he made his move under her, pulling her round on her knees so her pussy leaned in his face, Kirsten nearly cried out in anticipation. His light breath blew against her, torturing her with its gentle caress. What would come, just the simple thought alone, drove her mad.

  But still, when his tongue attacked her with sumptuous lapping, she cried out in delightful surprise.

  Kirsten could hardly bear it. Back and forth, up and down, little circles and deep probing, his lavish attentions stunned her. Electric shocks overtook her body. Every last lick was sheer torment, and absolute bliss. Rapture.

  The bulk of him remained in her mouth and she continued to love it, moaning on it every time he hit the right spot.

  On and on it went, them trading praises with their tongues, their mouths. Reid, so hard and filled with need, began to thump in her mouth. Soon he would loose it, and fill her mouth, but not before she.

  Intense pleasure boiled in her, ready to run over. To hold back proved impossible. She needed the release. The gratification.

  With a scream, she detonated and exploded. A million little convulsions pulsed through her, as if heaven and earth shook with her as her body released itself.

  Simultaneously, Reid overflowed her mouth.

  Kirsten collapsed on top of Reid, curling into his arms. Fatigued, she let him pick her up, completely oblivious until he plopped her on the bed. Then she saw the look in his determined dark eyes, and knew he wasn't done with her.

  * * * *

  Reid couldn't be sure if he'd ever get enough, but he'd damned well try. Kirsten was the hottest little thing he'd ever tasted. The second he'd come he'd hardened all over again with his need for her.

  He climbed overtop of her, and stretched her legs out before him. Shit, the sight of her spread pussy just begged for attention. Rigid with his hunger for her, his shaft beat as if it had its own heart.

  And mind.

  Wetness glistened on her slit, juicy and ready. Kirsten didn't need any more coaxing. No, she needed him inside her.

  Fervent, he pulled her hips upward and drove into her with one full thrust.

  Heaven wrapped around him, like he floated in a million rose petals, their delicate and soft texture tightly woven around him.

  Never had he known anything sweeter.

  She moaned, and the sounds of her cries made him mad. He took her like an animal, hard and desperate, thrusting as fast as he could.

  Rhythmic beats to match his own powered Kirsten's hips as she arched to meet him. They clashed together in a fury, violent as a late night summer storm.

  "More. Give me more.” Her nails dug into his back and he raced to please her.

  How could he not? Every time he looked at her, under him, all hot and sweaty, her smooth skin glistening and her body arched, he wanted to go crazy.

  The bed rocked under them. Kirsten grabbed hold of the headboard. Braced, she lifted her body against his, and plowed herself against him.

  He wanted to come again so bad it hurt, but he'd wait. Nothing could satisfy him more than to see Kirsten shake and quiver under him with ultimate gratification. Only then could his pleasures be complete.

  Determined, he lifted her again, and grasped her firm little rear in his hands, cupping each cheek. Kneading them, he slowed his movements to tease her unmercifully. His pelvis rotated in small circles, diving in and out of her.

  "Reid,” she groaned.

  Anticipation gripped him as he watched and waited for mercy.

  And the time had come. Licking his lips, he increased his pace again, and Kirsten finally cried out in completion. Her body thrashed beneath him, and her womanhood tightened around him. Everything around Reid went black as he finished inside of her, so wholly fulfilled he nearly collapsed.

  Chapter Five

  Kirsten snuggled deeper in the strength of Reid's arms, and nuzzled against his chest. Faint scents of musky cologne and sweat intermingled with unadulterated country crispness, the smell of a man—the smell of natural. She inhaled deeply, then rolled over. His body curled against hers, fitted to her curves like painted on jeans.

  Her mind wrestled to free itself from its exhausted state, consciousness dawning as the setting sun disappeared in the darkening sky.

  Like the snap of a whip, reality hit Kirsten. Oh Lord.

  She bolted upright, clutching the blankets to her naked body as she tore a
way from the Sheriff's embrace. Oh God, she'd slept with him. Her enemy. The man who'd arrested her.

  And who turned her on like no other. The past hour with him had been the most tantalizing, delicious, explosive experience of her whole life.

  My God, what could she have been thinking?

  Reid moaned and sat on the edge of the bed. His thick fingers ran through his dark hair and he shook his head. “Shit."

  Her eyes followed the sight of his firm rear as he stood up, and walked into the bathroom. The hiss of the shower slashed through the silence.

  Shit? What in the hell did that mean? What in the hell should she do? Damn. Damn. Damn. She'd never slept with a stranger before. Especially not one who so openly admitted he disliked her.

  What Reid Walker thought shouldn't matter a speck to her. But at that very moment, it did and a whole hell of a lot.

  He already thought her a thief and a liar. Could she add slut to the list? Had she just added a nail into the coffin of contempt he obviously felt towards her?

  If she had a choice, if she were anywhere else, and under any other circumstance, she would bolt from his room and his house so fast she'd have left a smoke trail. But this time flying off the handle wasn't a choice.

  With a few deep breaths Kirsten reminded herself to stay calm. Shit could mean lots of things. Anything. And she should rightly give a damn. It had just been sex. Nothing more.

  The shirt he'd given her to wear lay amidst the rumpled blankets. She plucked it out and tossed it over her head. It reached almost to her knees so thankfully she didn't need to bother with the jogging pants.

  Stickiness still dripped down her legs from both their passions, a distinct reminder of what they'd just done. She needed to get washed up again, and she needed to know what to make of the situation. Barefoot, Kirsten padded her way to the bathroom and leaned in the open doorway.

  "Kirsten?” His voice sounded gruff and bothered.

  "Yeah."

  "Hey."

  "Hey.” She mumbled in reply, quite unsure of what else to say.

  The water stopped and he flung aside the curtain. Water dripped down his naked body, and trailed across rippled muscles, glistening on his deep tan skin. Little droplets fell from his nose and he shook his head.

  The effect shook Kirsten with desire, and she swore she'd have to wipe away the drool soon if he didn't dry off and get dressed.

  "Listen, I...” His deep eyes studied her for a moment as he ran his hand through his wet hair. “Kirsten. Are you okay? With this, I mean?"

  "Are you?"

  He tossed a towel down on the floor and crossed the distance between them as he spoke. “You're the most beautiful creature I've ever set eyes on. I want you like hell, even now after I've had you. But I don't want to overstep my bounds."

  The space between them closed, Reid looked down at her for an answer. She nearly choked from want with him standing naked in front of her.

  In her mind, she replayed his question a million times in two seconds. But all along she knew the answer. She wanted Reid, and she didn't feel the least bit sorry for it.

  Truth be told, if it weren't for her crazy situation, she'd be letting herself fall head over heels for the man. He was nothing short of perfect.

  But her circumstances were something she could not deny. She couldn't love Reid. It just wasn't probable.

  She could enjoy him though, and in the process she'd be making her escape a little easier. Surely he'd trust her as a lover, and his watch wouldn't be so careful. Maybe he'd even decide to let her go.

  A fling with Reid Walker could only stand to benefit her, so long as she remembered to keep her heart out of the deal. Her top priority was getting on the road and home to Alabama, where Kurt couldn't find her. If she had to steal and cheat to get there, then so be it. At least she'd be alive.

  "Okay with it? Reid, I'm great with it, so long as you are,” she purred.

  "Really?” Momentary confusion crossed his face, his eyebrows slightly raised, his forehead wrinkled. But when she dazzled him with a deliberate smile, the questions vanished into acceptance.

  "Yeah, let's face it. We've been ogling each other since the moment we met. If we're stuck together all weekend, why not have a little fun?” She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And if you're going to see me off to prison, this is my last chance to have a man. Might as well take it."

  "Vixen,” he growled and lifted her into his arms. Demanding lips crushed her mouth as he carried her into the shower and peeled away her tee shirt. Hot water poured over them as they kissed, daring and teasing each other with their tongues. Reid grabbed the soap, and slid it to her body, washing every inch of her with meticulous movements. Bubbles formed over her hardened nipples as he pampered her breasts.

  A trail of suds trailed lower as he slipped the soap through her private regions, washing away the sticky remains of their last encounter. Then he ran the bar of soap slowly down her backside, slipping between her cheeks as he kneaded them in his hands.

  Kirsten gasped, and he chuckled. “What's the matter, sugar? Shocking?"

  "Yes."

  "You don't know the half of it yet.” He whispered in her ear. “But you'll learn, naughty girl."

  He grabbed the removable showerhead down, using the massage spray setting to wash her clean. Merciless, Reid held the high-pressure water current to power away the lather in her most tender of spots, and she clenched against the force of it.

  Heat burned her lower regions, desire boiling within her very core. Even her thighs quivered as passion seized her, turning her nipples hard and her breasts heavy.

  Unable to stand it any longer, she pushed the nozzle away. “My turn."

  "No.” The snap couldn't be mistaken for anything but a command. “I'm already clean. I want you. Now."

  He overtook her mouth again, shutting up her protests with his own tongue-lashing. Her mouth melted into his.

  "Bend over.” Unwavering hands guided her around, and she bowed to his wishes. When his hardened cock slipped into her she screamed, and braced herself against the tile walls. His hands lifted her up by her hips as he moved to and fro, slowly pulling himself all the way out before diving deep into her again.

  She propped her leg on the tub's ledge and spread her legs farther apart for him, desperate for more. One hand reached around and pinched her nipples. Powerful fingertips rubbed back and forth against the sensitive buds until even they felt ready to explode.

  Forces built in Kirsten with each of his savored, slow movements, knotting in her stomach, ready to be released. Reid reached down, found her clit, and gave it the same treatment as her nipples. A wave crashed over Kirsten and she gave herself up to the orgasm vibrating through her with a scream of pleasure.

  Reid's own body hardened and shook deep inside her. With a gentle kiss to her back, he let her go. “Damn, that was great. You hungry?"

  Kirsten broke out in a laugh. Leave it to a man to concern himself with his stomach two seconds after a world shattering orgasm. “Starved. You cooking?"

  "Yup,” he winked and scooped her up in a towel, carrying her off into the bedroom as he made her crazy with more kisses. He deposited her on the bed with a flop. “Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen."

  * * * *

  Reid popped the second Hungry Man in the microwave and pushed the automatic frozen entree button. A yellow glow lit up the shadowy kitchen as he went about fixing their places on the breakfast nook. Just on a whim, he pulled out some candles and two wine glasses. Kirsten was right—why not have a little fun?

  Hell, maybe she wasn't the best of people. A little annoying, and a lot dishonest, but she was fun. And hot. Fact of the matter was he'd been alone so long he just plain didn't care.

  He wanted her. Monday he'd worry about the rest.

  He flicked a match and lit the candles. A beep from the microwave alerted him to the finished dinner and he turned to grab it out. Kirsten stood in the doorway, her tiny frame swal
lowed up by his baggy shirt and jogging pants. Cute, he thought. Man, did she look sweet and innocent.

  Boy was it an act.

  "Dinner is served, Madam.” He seated her on a barstool and held out a bottle of wine. “Wine?"

  "Oh, no thank you. I don't drink."

  He sat aside the bottle, and served the dinner. “Why? Any reason?"

  "I had an accident drinking and driving. The courts made me go to Alcoholics Anonymous.” She pushed tiny bits of Salisbury steak around with her fork, her eyes downcast. “But I'd have gone even if the judge hadn't made me. I hit a mother, and an innocent child. I could have killed them. I didn't, but I could have. Since then, I've sworn I'd never touch the stuff and I haven't."

  Reid nodded, suddenly able to appreciate a side of her he'd never seen. Since his Ma and Pa were killed, he'd blamed their death on every reckless driver he came across. But maybe the other driver wasn't always as cold and heartless as Tommy Burkins. Maybe some were as sorry and vulnerable as Kirsten looked right now.

  Or just not thinking, a lot like this afternoon, when he'd gotten a little thoughtless in his driving himself. Reid narrowed his eyes at the sudden possibility. “You really weren't driving reckless when you came into town today, were you?"

  "No. I told you, the dog ran out in front of me.” She took a spoonful of mashed potatoes, then directed the silverware at him. “And..."

  "Don't push it, sugar."

  Her eyes rolled at him, and she smacked her lips. “Okay then. Great food."

  "Nothing beats a TV dinner."

  Reid lifted his fork, the whole steak dangling from it. For a moment he prepared to bite off a hardy chunk, then he realized his manners. Had it really been that long since he'd eaten with a woman?

  He slapped the meat back onto his plate and proceeded to cut it up into little bits.

  "You know, I've never had one before.” Wonderment traced the naive tone to Kirsten's voice.

  Reid raised his eyebrows. “Never?"

  Hell, he'd eaten them nonstop since his Ma had died. Before then, he'd never had anything but home cooked. Then he'd made the mistake of marrying Lisa. She'd never cooked, just ran around on him, before she took everything he had. He'd have been better off alone all along.