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her knotted thoughts, she forced herself back to reality. She was standing beside this cowboy with her hands cupping his penis and the condom caught between her index and middle fingers. If they were going to have sex—which she needed to do in ways that rocked her to her soul—she had a task to perform. But once she had, she’d no longer be able to feel his flesh.
    If they were married, if they were trying to create a life, nothing man-made would stand between them.
    “Yes, yes,” she muttered. But instead of doing what she’d committed herself to, she placed the condom on his belly. Then, more frightened, overwhelmed and eager than maybe she’d ever been, she cradled him between her palms. So big. So strong. And so incredibly hot and alive.
    Hers. For this brief time, hers.
    “Oh God,” he hissed. “Damn. Damn.”
    Those could be her words as well, would have been if the intimacy of what she was doing hadn’t rendered her mute. Much as she loved sex—who didn’t?—she’d always been torn between having a climax rock her and the core-deep vulnerability that went with release. She’d had no longtime lovers, no fiancé, no husband, no one she felt utterly safe with.
    And now she was about to give her body to this most challenging of men.
    So, for moments that had no meaning, she cradled and controlled.
    “Jordan? I can’t…”
    Of course. She was asking the impossible of him, playing and delaying, while expecting him to stay there like some specimen under scrutiny. Besides, as wonderful as he felt between her fingers, she’d been clenching and releasing her sex muscles in a pitiful attempt to satisfy her need.
    She’d never put on a condom. As a result, an act that shouldn’t have been that difficult took forever. Finally, however, she’d sheathed him. Now there was no reason to put off the inevitable, was there?
    Placing her legs on either side of his feet, she straddled him. Attention fully on what little she could see of him, she slid closer, calves brushing calves, thighs kissing thighs. He settled his hands along the sides of her neck and drew her toward him. She knelt on the hay. If only she could read what was in his expression!
    No. Not enough.
    Overwhelmed by the awesome responsibility she’d given herself, she nevertheless reached between her legs and parted her wet lips. Then, guided by instinct, she positioned herself over him. His tip kissed her clit. Down, down she went, his hands balancing her. Despite the burning in her thighs, she remained over him. Skewered. Gifted.
    “Home. You’re home,” she muttered.
    She couldn’t quite call his response a chuckle, but even if he was laughing at her, she didn’t mind. He was where he belonged. Where she needed him to be. Instead of beginning the friction she craved, she closed her inner muscles around him and embraced all of him. Acknowledged what she’d accomplished.
    Using a gliding motion, he ran his hands from her neck to her bra which he yanked up over her breasts. For a moment, he simply held them. When he stroked the pebbled area around her nipples, she thought she might start crying. Desperate not to expose herself that way, she rose up a little and took him with her. The idea of moving with his cock buried in her was nearly more than she could handle. She settled herself against him, gasping as his bulk consumed even more of her. He gripped her nipples as if determined to hold her in place, but she fought him, fought the demon in her that screamed for her to attack him.
    Barely containing herself, she began a pumping motion that caused her legs to burn and her mouth to open. “Got you. Got you. Won’t let you loose.”
    “Who says I want to be free?” Arching off the bale, he powered into her. His hold on her nipples kept her in place.
    Up and down. Up and down. Leg muscles on fire, hunched over now, her fingers digging into his chest, and his features a mix of black and red.
    “I can’t!” he gasped. “Jordan, I