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shoot one?”
    “No, my dad wouldn’t let me and threatened my brothers if they let me near one.”
    “Well, seeing as how they’re not here,” he said with a shrug, then passed her the .22. “Have at it with this one while I load the Magnum.”
    Her eyes glittered with excitement as she took the weapon. “Thanks. Should I stand here?” she asked and took position about fifty feet away from the target.
    “That seems good enough.”
    Before turning toward the target, she flashed him a smile. With her arms now raised, gun pointed directly ahead, and legs slightly spread, she looked like a pro. Anxious to see how good of a shot she was, he stopped loading the Magnum and stared—mostly at her shapely ass—until she fired a round.
    “Holy...you just hit the bull’s eye,” he shouted, as the echo from the gun reverberated off the trees.
    “Lucky shot,” she said without turning. “I haven’t practiced in over a year.”
    Lucky my ass, Colt thought, especially after she shot the next five rounds either dead center or slightly skewed. After she released the last bullet, she stood for a moment, the smoking gun steady in her small hands. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything sexier than Valentina naked until he’d seen her standing in the woods firing a pistol like a professional marksman.  
    She finally turned, her face glowed with a serene satisfaction, and a small smile played across her lush lips. “I’m ready for round two, if you are.”
    His cock twitched at the memory of her saying those same words after they’d made love for the first time back in Denver. While willing his dick to behave, he nodded. “Here let me have that,” he said and took the .22, then placed it in the trunk of the Ranger. “Now, you’re a great shot with the .22, but the .44 packs a lot more punch and has a wicked kick back.”
    “Which is why my dad didn’t want me firing one,” she said wryly.
    “That’s what I’m guessing, so let’s try this.” It pained him to do so, because touching her without really touching her made him plain miserable. He wanted to hold her, love her body like he’d done in Denver. But he forced himself to focus—on her, on what they were supposed to be doing. He covered his hands over her grip around the barrel of the Magnum, and stood behind her. Her back brushed his chest, her bottom nestled against his groin. His very erect groin.
    Drawing in a deep breath to ease the tension was a mistake. He ended up catching nothing but her berry scent, which led him to think about strawberries again, which in turn made him think about her pink nipples. How they’d tasted. How they’d responded to his touch, his tongue, his teeth. “Okay, tighten your grip around the barrel,” he said against her ear, and ran his palms along her tensed arms. Goose bumps immediately zipped along her skin, reminding him how her body had once reacted to his. “Good, now relax. Fire it like you did the .22, but brace your feet and legs so you’re prepared for the kick back.” She inched her boots a little wider and did as he asked, which caused her rear to settle deeper between his thighs.
    God she was killing him. His entire body was on the verge of combusting. He wanted to take her right here, right now. Strip her naked, drop his pants and bury himself between her thighs.
    “Is my position better?” she asked, her voice thick and sexy as hell.
    He wanted to remind her that this was one of his favorite positions, but he had to keep his mind focused on the target and the gun she held, not on sex. “Perfect, now take aim.”
    Her breathing quickened as she shifted the Magnum. She steadied the weapon and tensed against him as she pulled the trigger. The blast forced her body to push against his. Out of instinct, he grabbed her waist and held her to him. Peering over her shoulder, he released a chuckle. “You blew a hole clear through the target. Lay another one on it.”
    She did, firing one shot after