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down, taking him
in to the hilt. His toes curled, his back arched and he squeezed his eyes shut.
    “Yes!” she moaned as she lifted back up, almost all the way
off.
    He felt the humid air between their bodies before she sank
down again, seating herself completely. Liza started rocking, not raising more
than an inch or so with each pass, riding him in an easy, slow canter, her hips
grinding in a sultry circle, hands reaching back and holding his thighs for
support. Everything about this sensuous creature made him burn. He watched her
face, the way her mouth was slightly open as she moved and how her eyes were
lazily shut. And when she opened those eyes, looked directly at him and gave
him a crooked little smile, he almost came. Liza was a siren, attuned to so
many little things that were turning him on in a way no woman had ever been
before. How was it so good with her? So different? He felt himself wanting
more. More than just the sex.
    Blake wanted the woman.
    Liza quickened her pace, lifting herself higher off him,
giving his cock full strokes. Each hard thrust scorched to his toes. She was
getting close. Her thighs gripped his hips, her sultry face tightened to a
pained expression. She slammed him hard, making him grab her hips to support
her. “Liza!”
    She threw her head back and called his name. The feel of her
pussy shuddering and clenching his cock undid his resolve to make it last, and
he came. She teased his nipples with slender fingers, making him crazy as the
explosion of his orgasm sensitized his entire body. Everywhere her body touched
his, he sizzled. Liza continued riding him as she looked into his eyes and gave
him another knowing smile as she slowed.
    She draped herself across his chest, still panting slightly,
her warm breath caressing his chest. He pushed her hair from her face, not
moving for fear she would get up. “That was…” He didn’t even know how to
describe what he’d felt.
    “Yes, it was,” she finished for him.

Chapter Three
     
    Liza stood back and scanned the finished product as the last
of the decorations and food were set out. The tables were cleverly placed so
the seating area was in the shape of a bone. The guests of honor would sit in
baskets at the head table with Bobbie and the breeder from Spain, along with
the representative from the SPCA. Four hundred people had replied for the
short-notice event and she and Becky had a time getting so many dog-related
items to Texas in time, but it was done. Nothing left but the I do’s.
    Becky caught up to her as she walked toward the nearest
table. “So…missed you at breakfast this morning.”
    “Slept late.” She had, and it had been great.
    “Young Mr. Dean was there. He asked about you.”
    Liza turned to see her friend’s sly smile. Becky’s dark
auburn hair bounced as they walked. Just as Liza was light and golden, Becky
was dark and mysterious, with her rich red hair, dark olive skin and deep green
eyes. They were opposites in many ways, and complementary in many others. When
Liza was stressed and uptight, Becky was free and easygoing. If Liza was angry,
Becky would find the humor in the situation. If Becky was flustered and overrun
with work, Liza remained calm and cool, taking on extra tasks to even out the
load. They read each other, understood each other. Early on, Liza had begun to
see her more as a cherished friend or sister than just an assistant.
    She smiled now at the hopeful look in Becky’s eyes. “Don’t
get your hopes up, hon. We had a really nice time, but…” A “nice time” didn’t
begin to describe it. “I’m no fool. He can have any female for miles around.”
    Becky straightened the centerpiece on the closest table. “Yes.
He can. But looked to me like you were the female he wanted.”
    “Really, Beck, we had a good time. But I’m not going to get
all gooey about it.” No way was Liza up for that kind of heartache. Blakely
Dean could hurt her. Badly.
    “Liza, just don’t discount that