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COWBOY STRONG

He parked her car in his driveway and let the engine idle. “So you’re not coming up?” He said it as if he was disappointed.

“Not today,” she said. “Why, you afraid you’ll miss me?”

He cut the motor and rubbed the bristle on his chin. “Maybe,” he said. “One thing I’ll say about you is that you’re entertaining.”

She turned in her seat to face him. “And my food. Don’t forget you’ll miss my cooking when I go, even if it is making you fat.” She took a slow turn down his T-shirt–covered torso, pausing on his abs. Nope, not an inch of fat on him.

“I guess I could always buy your frozen entrées. Try to choke ’em down.” The light in his blue eyes sparkled. He was enjoying teasing her.

“Then you’ll have your kitchen back.”

“Yep. Can’t wait.” He reached across the console and took off her sunglasses. Next came her hat.

She suddenly felt naked without them. Especially as he sat there, gazing at her face. She started to finger-comb her hair, but he pushed her hand away and held it in his much larger one. Then, he did something completely unexpected.

He leaned in, covered her mouth with his, and kissed her.

For a hard man, his lips were soft. And exquisitely pliant as they moved over hers, roaming until his tongue was licking into her mouth. She opened for him, letting him take the kiss deeper. He tasted good, like heat and desire, and she practically climbed over the center divider for more of him…