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see her cry out when he made her climax eight or nine times.
    Russ snorted, remembering the things he’d fantasised about doing to her. He had it bad. This wasn’t going to be some all-night sex, maybe followed by a morning dip before he left. Not with her. He needed about thirty-six hours of straight sex. Hard, hot, heavy and wet. And then? Then he was certain he’d need more. And he needed it right now. His hard-on hurt. A man couldn’t think clearly in this condition, and hell if he didn’t feel like a major dick for jacking off remembering how soft her lips had been in that too brief kiss at the hardware store. Like he was disrespecting a friend’s daughter or some shit like that. He didn’t examine that bit too closely—he couldn’t. If he did, he might decide he needed to date her and not have sex for months—while he did what? Whatever dim-witted men did to win a girl like Susan, he supposed.
    He had it bad. Could he manage another day of this? He’d fought an erection all night. Even jacking off hadn’t tamed the boy down.
    He hadn’t been this edgy since a terrorist cell had been an inch away from cleaning his clock in Afghanistan. He’d lost four good men in that fire-fight. Four good, solid men. He’d been so pumped on adrenaline, and, finally seeing a woman who had all four limbs, a face and a willing body, he hadn’t taken a breather from straight sex for days. He wasn’t even sure of the woman’s name now. Some older woman he’d let pick him up at a dive outside the base. That was the closest he’d ever been to being this bad.
    But hit on women? He never even paid women any mind, unless he was on leave and horny. And, shit, he was a man; men were always horny, right? He sure didn’t hit on women as often as his dick demanded. He’d been horny for months and not gone to the trouble of finding a willing woman. He frowned as the thought settled over him. The truth hit hard enough to make him tense up. He’d not had sex since moving up here. Well, maybe he’d been a bit off his game, but that was all.
    Watching the rolling hills pass by his truck, he stretched his legs and shifted on his seat. Life had a way of knocking a person down one too many times. He simply hadn’t known what he wanted. Now he knew. And wouldn’t you know it? What he wanted thought he was some kind of loser, hitting on all the women. Because of one kiss in a hardware store?
    He didn’t have a clue how to pursue a woman. He was from a man’s world. He’d served with men. He’d fought side by side with men for years. And now? He worked on a ranch, surrounded by more men. Women weren’t really a factor in his life, and he sure never flirted with women , as in plural. Oh, he was making a play for Susan, but not for some quick tumble. From Susan he wanted a great deal more. What exactly he wanted, he wasn’t quite sure. But he wanted it.
    His stomach knotted as he took the curve in the road that led down to her house. Her truck wasn’t parked in the driveway. Didn’t she ever stay home? He sat up straighter and considered where she might be at this early hour. Maybe the grocery store. Women got up early for that shit, didn’t they? He exhaled heavily and headed down to town. Maybe he’d catch her buying food and he could suggest dinner out or something easy like that.
    Frowning at the thought, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. She might think he was coming on too strong if he did. Maybe he had been too forward with the kiss, but she’d been so damned hot. She’d smelt so good and that recruit, Bud, had been staring at her ass as if he’d had a chance of touching it. It’d been all Russell could do to only kiss her once and not drag her into something a lot hotter.
    How did a man fight a misperception? He was trying here, and the ache in his groin was a killer motivation to speed things up a bit. He could be patient. He knew he could. Maybe with time Susan would see he wasn’t a flirt. He could do