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and the Ranger. As he approached, he slowed his steps, wondering how he was going to make it through the next four weeks without touching her the way he wanted. Last night hadn’t been enough. While he’d loved caressing her, kissing her, feeling her heat and wetness coat his fingers as he’d made her come apart, he’d wanted so badly to have her fully naked. Beneath him, on top of him.
    Now, they were alone in the woods. His property extended nearly four hundred acres and his nearest neighbors were his brothers. They wouldn’t run into a soul out here. Shit, maybe he should have taken her back into town for lunch. Just being near Valentina pushed the boundaries of his willpower and made him want to throw every last shred of his conscience prodding chivalry in the trash. Even the brief touch they’d shared as he’d helped her from the truck weighed heavy on his mind. How soft her skin was, how good she smelled, how perfect she fit his body.
    “Are we ready to lock and load?” she asked with a wink and a grin.
    He was locked and loaded all right. The sight of her wearing the tan cowboy hat he’d loaned her, the way her tight tank top curved around her breasts and clung along her flat stomach triggered an instant reaction from his cock. He’d been sporting a semi-erection since seeing her last night, but now his dick was on the verge of splitting his zipper.
    “Yep, we’re all set.” Unable to help himself, he drew closer. “You look cute in this,” he said, and gave her hat a tap.
    Blushing, she held his gaze, then for a split second, shifted her eyes to his mouth, then his groin before looking over his shoulder. “Thanks. It does make me feel kinda like a cowgirl. Maybe I’ll have to buy a new pair of boots to finish the image.”
    After catching the hungry look in her eyes, he instantly pictured her straddling his hips while wearing nothing but a pair of cowboy boots as she rode him. Man, he really should have taken her into town for lunch, or maybe even to Red’s. He wasn’t likely to sport an erection surrounded by stuffed, dead animals.
    Stepping away from the Ranger, she spun around in her hiking boots. “It’s so peaceful here compared to Chicago. Oh my gosh, and that Ranger of yours is so much fun.”
    He’d loved the way she had laughed and playfully shrieked as he’d taken the Ranger over the rough terrain through the backwoods of his property. Unless they’d grown up on a ranch, most women didn’t appreciate four wheeling through the woods. Her willingness to try new things, and the trust she’d placed in him as he’d tackled the bumpy, narrow path made that small, soft spot he’d held for her grow. “If you think the Ranger is fun, you should try riding around my property on horseback.”
    “Let’s not get crazy,” she said with a smile. “Baby steps.”
    “Well, the horse would complete the cowgirl image, and besides there are some places you can’t take the Ranger or would want to go on foot, and I can’t think of anything sturdier to ride than one of my horses.”
    She dropped her eyes to his groin again, her tongue darting across her lower lip. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” she said, her voice low, husky and setting his balls on fire.
    Sucking in a breath, and needing a distraction, he grabbed a .22 caliber pistol. “Why don’t we start with this,” he said, and loaded the gun.
    He caught her strawberry scent as she moved alongside him and her nearness caused him to fumble one of the bullets. “Perfect, I can definitely shoot one of these,” she said with confidence.
    “How is it that you know about guns?”
    “My dad and all four of my older brothers are Chicago cops. I’ve been around guns all my life. Oh, wait, is that a .44 Magnum?” she asked, and reached into the trunk of the Ranger. Her breast brushed his arm and he worried he’d drop the loaded pistol and shoot off his foot if he didn’t put some distance between them.
    “Yep, ever