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mating with her tongue, inviting it into his mouth.
    Kalli was swept away with a riot of
sensations she'd never felt before. She was instantly blazing hot,
wanting him with a fervor that went beyond anything she’d known
before. She plastered herself against him, feeling her breasts
swell with desire, feeling her hands clutching his shoulders with
an intensity that shocked her. When his arms came around her and
molded her to his long length, she gave a sweet sigh of surrender
and moved to deepen their kiss. She was raging out of control and
didn't care. It was glorious. The sensations that coursed through
her insisted that she comply with the demands of his body.
    He swept off her hat and wrapped his hand in
the thick waves that hung down her back. Her hair was like silk.
His other hand skimmed across her rounded bottom, pressing her up
and into the hardness that pressed against her belly. She was soft
and sweet and hot.
    This was madness, but Kalli didn't care. She
only wanted to go on forever in Trace's embrace. The world spun out
of sight, and there were only the two of than in a creation of
their own. A hot, wild, world where his touch awoke needs in her
that couldn't be extinguished.
    The spell was shattered when her horse bumped
them. Staggering slightly, Trace caught her up and turned around so
his back was to the mare. Easing away from Kalli, he stared into
her sparkling eyes, his own blank and shuttered. Hell, he hadn't
wanted that.
    She licked her lips, still tasting him.
Smiling tremulously, she cocked her head slightly, feeling bereft
as his arms released her and be slowly stood to his full
height.
    "I thought you didn't like me," she said
naively.
    "Lady, if you left right now I wouldn't shed
a tear. But my damned body wants yours like hell!'' He scooped up
her hat and set it hard on her head.
    Kalli's breathing caught, then released. Her
heart pounded at his words, at his kiss. Her fingers longed to run
themselves over the heat of his skin, learn the landscape of his
muscles, learn what he liked and what he didn't. Her gaze dropped
to his lips. She longed for him to kiss her again. Once again she
traced her own, tasting him, feeling a shock at the intimacy they'd
shared. She blinked again and turned toward the house, her legs
shaky and trembling. She needed a respite from him. She couldn't
believe she'd kissed him so thoroughly. For heaven's sake, she'd
only met him yesterday afternoon. She hadn't even known him a day!
Yet she had been attracted to him from the first. If he had pulled
her down and tumbled her in the hay, she'd have been willing.
    She needed to get control of her hormones.
That's what it was. She was so excited to be in Wyoming, she was
losing what sense she had. Stepping into the cool kitchen, she
tossed her hat on the table and ran her trembling fingers through
her hair. She just needed some time to herself to put things into
perspective.
    He didn't even like her! Yet he wanted her.
What kind of relationship would that bring? Who was she kidding,
that was no relationship, that was sex, pure and simple. Or hot and
complex, but sex nonetheless. And she didn't want it. Well, she
did, but with more than just animal lust behind it. She wanted
caring and love.
    Love? From that arrogant, brash cowboy who
ordered her around when he was supposed to be working for her? All
the time trying to get her ranch? Ha!
    She opened the refrigerator and stared
sightlessly at it until the cool air brought her around. Slamming
it shut, she opened the freezer and took out the frozen lemonade.
She hadn't finished unpacking, still needed to get groceries. She
had a million things to do and no time to be mooning around about
Trace Longford.
    Hunting for a pitcher, she slammed one
cupboard door after another in frustration. What good did it do to
inherit a ranch lock, stock and barrel if there was nothing to make
lemonade with? Finally she drew out a large mixing bowl. It would
have to do.
    She was measuring the water