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dust. Guess he wouldn’t have to wait long for her answer.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Channing was bone-weary from busting her butt on the Calhoun ranch all day. After the family had practically dragged her into the kitchen and plied her with pancakes, they’d pressured her into giving her answer about the reality show before she’d even told Buck.
    But she’d looked up to see him standing in the doorway, his gaze lingering on her face and his rugged body so tense he seemed about to snap. Channing couldn’t meet his gaze when she’d told them yes, she was in. She’d do the show.
    Afterward, she’d gone out into the barn and grabbed a pair of work gloves off a nail on the wall. Normally she’d go out with Buck and check the horses but not today. She tagged along with Ryder.
    They could always talk, her and Ryder. Not for the first time, she wondered if she was just with the wrong brother. Then she spotted Buck galloping across the field and her body screamed out for him to come to her. No, she was definitely with the right brother if she added chemistry to the list of reasons.
    He didn’t say a word to her all through lunch but he had uncapped a bottled water and handed it to her. She’d taken it without replying and tried not to read anything into the gesture.
    As she replaced her gloves on the nail in the barn, she took a moment to rest against the wall. The wood was still warm from the day’s sun. It seeped into her sore muscles, acting like a hot stone massage.
    “You okay?” Buck’s voice shattered her peaceful moment.
    “Fine.”
    “Not feeling faint?”
    “No. That was a one-time thing, Buck. Thanks for your concern.” She started moving out of the barn but he caught her forearm. She looked down at his long fingers curled around her skin and couldn’t mask the shudder he raised in her.
    “We need to talk, Channing. We can’t leave things like this, especially if we’re supposed to be engaged.”
    “Are you suggesting we plot our relationship for the cameras?”
    He stared at her. Her body did crazy things. Like beg for her to throw herself at him and satisfy its cravings.
    He wet his lower lip, which only accentuated her need. She leaned against the wall again, seeking some support rather than muscle relief.
    Issuing a low groan, he said, “You’re driving me nuts, Channing.”
    At least it was a reaction rather than the dull head-dip she’d become accustomed to. “Oh?”
    “Yes.” He released her arm and, in a step, had her pinned to the wall with his big body. He smelled of leather and a day’s work, not unpleasant in the least. Her pheromones recognized his, and her nipples tightened.
    When he threaded his fingers into her hair and spread them over the base of her skull, white-hot need rushed into her veins. A noise broke from her.
    “Please don’t do this, Buck.” Her ragged plea totally contradicted her thought pattern.
    “Do what?” He leaned closer, his lips a scant breath from hers. He’d recently chewed some sweet grasses, and suddenly she couldn’t stop herself. She went on tiptoe, and he met her halfway, crushing her mouth beneath his. In a heartbeat the fires of their lust flamed to life and he angled his head to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth.
    Her arms somehow encircled his neck and her breasts pressed to his hard chest. She wiggled as her pussy throbbed for more of Buck—all of Buck—and he thrust his hips against hers, locking her against the wall.
    Dizziness overcame her, and for a moment she thought she might actually faint again. But he jerked his hips, his cock grinding against her neediest spot. “Buck,” she murmured.
    “I fucking want you.” He half-lifted her but she scrabbled the rest of the way up his body, climbing him like a tree. He thrust his tongue into her mouth again and again, mimicking the action she wanted most. She curled her blunt nails into his thick shoulders and dragged him closer. She was going to combust if he didn’t touch her