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barely stand the remainder of clothing on her body.

“Get me naked,” she said as she tore her mouth from his.

Jack didn’t say a word, just unzipped and slipped her boots off, rolled each stocking down her thighs and then reached for the thin straps of her thong at her hips. She lifted herself off the vanity again and he dragged the damp panties down her legs. Her skirt followed.

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“Better?” he asked.

“You tell me.”

“I already did. I like everything off you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“But again…” he said in a low, intimate tone. “Impossible not to act on it.”

He knelt before her as his hands spread her legs wide. His tongue swept over her

sensitive pussy lips, making her squirm on the counter where she was perched.

“God, Jack,” she muttered. “You’re like a jumpstart to a dead battery.”

He chuckled, his warm breath teasing her moist skin, making every inch of her

tingle. Her nipples puckered and her chest rose and fell sharply as his tongue licked her clit, slow and languid at first. As her breathing picked up, he suckled the swollen bud, then feverishly flicked it with his tongue until she was panting loudly and weaving her fingers through his thick hair.

“Christ, Jack,” she whispered. “You are so good at that.”

He pushed a long finger deep into her wet cunt, making her cry out. He continued

to lick and suck her clit as he finger-fucked her. Her legs spread wider and her ass lifted off the counter. She pressed herself against his mouth, wanting everything he had to

offer.

“That’s so incredible,” she said. “I’m going to come.”

He thrust a second finger into her cunt and her head fell back on her shoulders.

“Oh God, yes!” Fire roared through her body as that explosive sensation she was

now intimately familiar with lit her insides. “God, that is so good!”

Her inner thighs quivered. Her stomach flipped. Her heart soared.

She desperately wanted to insist they go into the bedroom and fuck like bunnies all

night long. But as her orgasm ebbed, Liza remembered she’d had something else in

mind for the evening and needed to stick to her plan.

She already knew the Jack Wade that walked around town with his head held high,

strong enough to say what was on his mind and defy the restraints others tried to place on him.

She already knew the Jack Wade who was a passionate, generous lover.

Then there was the Jack Wade who felt fiercely protective of those he cared about

and deemed worthy. Including her.

But what about the Jack Wade behind all that? Who was he, really, and what

thoughts consumed his mind?

Tonight’s bath was all about getting a little closer to the man she didn’t yet know.

Slipping off the counter as he stood, she said, “You test the water temperature. I’ll be right back.”

There were three candles on the coffee table for decorative purposes, but they’d

work for romantic purposes as well. She nabbed them from the table and headed back

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into the bathroom, spacing all three along the ledge above the tub that also served as a barrier between it and the glass-enclosed shower stall. She found matches in the drawer beside the stove and lit the candles as Jack eased into the tub.

“Nice,” he murmured.

His eyes were on her, so she wasn’t sure if he was talking about the water or her

nudity. She suspected the latter, given his intense gaze.

In a flirtatious voice, she asked, “Not too hot?”

“Oh yeah,” he said on a low growl. “Way hot.”

Smiling she said, “I meant the water.”

“Haven’t even noticed it yet. Why don’t you get in and let me know how it feels.”

She turned the lights off so the flickering flames from the candles cast a soft golden glow in the room. Her gaze returned to the tub. It was a good size, yet somehow

seemed intimate and cozy with a man Jack’s size filling it.

Stepping up to the tall side, she lifted a foot over the marble-encased edge. Jack

guided it between his legs and then reached for her hand. He helped her into the tub

and she turned her back to him and settled between his parted thighs. She leaned back against him as he cupped his hands and scooped up warm water, pouring it over her

shoulders.

The streams flowed down her back and over her breasts. “Perfect,” she said on a

long sigh.

Jack’s lips brushed her temple as he spoke, “Still sore?”

“A little,” she admitted.

His hard cock pressed against her backside, tempting her. He bent his legs

alongside her and she rested her forearms on his knees. The heat from Jack and the

water worked wonders on her body and her psyche.

She pulled in a few full breaths, feeling the effects of the soothing ambience almost immediately. Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and locked his fingers at her

stomach. His lips grazed her neck. She felt his tongue press against her skin, then flick over it before his teeth gently nipped at her.

Liza moaned. “I think this is better than a massage.”

“How so?” he asked.

“Because I get to feel all of you against me and around me. Not just your hands on

me.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” he whispered into her ear.

She smiled, recalling her mission for the evening. “I think hearing about you would

make me happy.”

He groaned. And not in the sexy way she liked. “I assure you, there’s little to talk

about.”

“I don’t believe that.”

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“Okay,” he said, conceding a bit too quickly, she noted. “Born and raised in Wilder.

Nothing too exciting about that.”

“What made you become a saloon owner?” she shot back, a barrelful of questions at

the ready.

“The first curfew, on Friday nights, of course.”

“That happened before you opened Wade’s?”

“Yes. The building I own now used to be the religious gathering hall after the

church burned down. Took about a year and a half to clear the remains, rebuild and

move the congregation back to their original stomping grounds. Once they vacated, I

bought their temporary home and made it a saloon.”

A deaf man wouldn’t have missed the hint of pride in his tone. Mixed with the

distinguishable, double-fingered F-you she’d just recently become familiar with because of Peter. Only Jack’s bold gesture was clearly pointed toward Reverend Bain and his

political and religious followers.

“So your rift with your uncle goes way back.”