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Pressing her breasts together around his cock, she let Jack set a slow rhythm. His

hands twisted in her hair again, lifting the long strands off her shoulders and away

from her face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a tight voice, making her understand why he liked

to sweep her hair up and away from her face.

She stared up at him as his rock-hard penis slid easily between the mounds holding

it captive. Her fingers still toyed with her nipples, making them impossibly tight. Jack’s expression grew dark and intense as his sooty eyelashes dipped, leaving small blue

crescents to gaze down on her.

His chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. She wanted to make him come. Even

though it would mean missing out on the pleasure of feeling him inside her, letting him drive her wild as he hammered into her, she had to admit…he was driving her wild

right now.

She dropped her chin to her chest and when the tip of his cock pushed through her

slick flesh, her tongue darted out and she licked him.

Jack bucked against her and his rhythm picked up in both pace and strength. His

fingers tangled a little tighter in her hair as his thick shaft thrust upward between her breasts, then retreated, then thrust again.

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“Liza.” He whispered her name on a low growl. It did wicked things to her insides.

“It’s okay,” she whispered back.

She could feel the tension in his body. The trembling of his powerful legs. He

worked his cock a little harder between her breasts. A little faster. Thrusting with short, quick strokes as ragged breaths of air fell from his lips.

“Damn it,” he groaned. “I don’t want to stop.”

“So don’t,” she said, feeling a little breathless herself. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy pulsed with excitement. She wanted him inside her, but getting Jack off was her sole focus.

“You’ve got to stop,” he said, his eyelids making that final dip until his black lashes fanned out against his tanned skin. “Liza.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she told him. “I want to make you come.”

“You’re damn close, sweetheart.”

“So quit holding back,” she said. She pushed her breasts closer together, enveloping

him tightly. Dipping her head again, her mouth hovered over the very spot his cock

would appear when he thrust upward. She opened wide, then closed her lips around

his rigid rod, sucking deep before he pulled out.

“Liza!” He ground out one last time. She felt his body jerk and convulse and when

the tip of his erection peeked through her plumped up flesh one more time, she pulled the sucking number again. When she released him from her mouth, she felt the hot

spurts of his come on her slick skin.

He growled again, low and deep as he came. His fingers were twisted in her hair

and pulled a bit tight for comfort, but his fiery reaction to what she’d done to him, his powerful orgasm, made her too wired with triumph and exhilaration to really notice.

She didn’t even mind the mess he’d made, which she was sure was something he’d

tried to warn her about. He’d probably thought she was much too prim and proper to

find that acceptable.

Guess she showed him. When she’d said adios to prudish Elizabeth, she’d left everything about her in the dust.

Admittedly, making Jack come—any which way she could—was about the most

exciting and liberating thing she’d ever experienced. She gloated inwardly as she

counted the seconds it took him to slow his breathing. Even after a full sixty, it still came in harsh pulls. He let loose of her hair and she released his imprisoned cock as he stepped away from her.

Catching her by surprise—so his style—he captured her elbow with his strong hand

and helped her to her feet. Her knees creaked and she let out a soft laugh. He coaxed her backward with a step. As the backs of her legs brushed the bed, he gently pushed

her down, forcing her to sit on the edge of the mattress. His gaze never once left hers.

“I’ll get a wet towel. Just stay here.” He continued to eye her closely, though, and

she got the strange sense that he expected her to bolt.

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Why on earth would she?

Staring back at him, she said, “Okay. Thanks.” Her voice was strong and steady. It

seemed to take him aback.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She didn’t get it.

Jack shook his head and moved away. He stalked off to the bathroom and she heard

the water running as he turned on the faucet.

Liza wondered for a brief moment if she’d done something wrong. Was that

impulsive move a total romance killer?

When she looked down at the small mess on her chest, she finally got what had Jack

so tense. Yes, there was a bit of bodily fluid on her skin that she wasn’t used to seeing.

And her nipples were still pebbled tight, as though they’d been covered with ice. But that wasn’t what had Jack so concerned. The tiny, faint patch of purple between her

breasts did the trick all on its own.

She let out a sigh. Good grief. So she bruised easily. He hadn’t hurt her. Not in the least.

“Jack,” she said as he returned to his bedroom and crossed to where she still sat.

“This is nothing.”

He went to work on her chest, using way too much care and too much of a light

touch for her to be able to stand it.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” she said as she snatched the towel from his hand, tidied

herself in short order and handed the rag back to him.

Jack’s dark brows shot up, but a spark of amusement finally lit his baby blues.

Thank God. Any more brooding and she’d have to kick him.

“You didn’t break me,” she told him. “You’re not going to. You can’t. I might not be

hearty country stock, but goddamn it, I’m from New York. I’m a fairly tough city girl.”

And she felt quite a bit of pride in the truth of her words. After all, she hadn’t let McClellan-Piper break her spirit. Hadn’t allowed Peter to do it, either. So she’d

stumbled and nearly fallen a couple of times. It didn’t matter because here she was,

making a new life for herself. One that included a sexy cowboy who, despite his very

wicked ways, seemed to care about her.

She’d landed a job tonight and had decided on volunteering some time to help

Ginger. Hell, maybe she’d even join the Junior League! Devote herself to a higher

purpose than a fat paycheck and a Park Avenue apartment.

“Now,” she said, trying to rein in her exuberant emotions, though she suddenly felt