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wantonly parted her lips, silently inviting him to deepen the kiss. It was an invitation he eagerly accepted. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he pushed his thigh between hers. She spread her legs willingly, then squeezed them around his hard, muscled limb. He rubbed his thigh against her hot, pulsating core. She moaned helplessly and ground her pelvis into him.
Any thoughts of protest dissipated as the electricity crackled between them. His will was too strong for her to fight, his advances too intoxicating for her to resist. His kisses ignited a fire in the inner recesses of her being. Her unabashed desire for him washed over her skin and simmered in her veins. She never wanted this moment to end.
He pulled back, revealing eyes glazed with passion. A sheen of sweat shone across his forehead. His voice, deep and husky, made her go even weaker in the knees. “Oh God, Ella, you’re so pretty. So sweet and sexy.”
“And you’re so married.”
She hated herself for ruining their magical moment, but it was true. He belonged to another, and it was wrong for them to be making out like a couple of horny teenagers.
He blew out a breath and rested his forehead against hers. “I know darlin.’ And, I owe you an explanation. I can’t have you thinkin’ I’m a no-good, two-timin’ asshole, now, can I?”
Ella gently stepped out of his embrace and turned her back to him. “I don’t know what I think. I do know it’s wrong to carry on with a married man, no matter how badly I want to. And, I know that the more I’m around you, the harder it’ll be on me when you walk away.”
Decker stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Walkin’ away from you isn’t an option, darlin.’ Not after that kiss. Not ever.” Turning her to face him, he continued. “I was twenty-five when I met and married Sheridan.”
“You’ve been married for ten years?”
“Technically, yes. The actual marriage only lasted two weeks.”
Ella furrowed her brow in disbelief. “That doesn’t make any sense. What you’re saying isn’t even possible. A person is either married or not.”
Decker cupped her face and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “The world isn’t a black and white place, Ella. There’s lots of grey areas, and my marriage falls into one. Sheridan blew into town like a tornado, charmin’ everyone in her wake. She was exotic and sophisticated. I had never met anyone like her. I knew by the way she dressed and acted and talked that she was a city girl all the way. And she literally blew this country boy’s mind. So much so that it clouded my judgment.”
“I guess it’s true then; opposites do attract.”
“Unfortunately, it was too true in my case. I fell for her hard and fast. Sheridan made me believe that she wanted to be a part of my world, this ranch, the laid-back lifestyle of country livin.’ I didn’t waste a minute proposin’ to her. Since she didn’t have any family to speak of, and neither of us cared about havin’ a big, fancy weddin,’ we drove to the courthouse one afternoon and tied the knot.”
“I don’t think I’d like that kind of wedding, but I do think the idea of a whirlwind courtship is terribly romantic.”
Letting his hand drop from Ella’s face, he smiled and squeezed her shoulder. “It was romantic. Things were perfect for about two weeks. She seemed to enjoy our long walks down by creek, horseback ridin’ at sunset and quiet evenin’s talkin’ and drinkin’ lemonade on the porch.”
“Oh, Decker, those things sound like heaven to me.”
“They are heaven to me, darlin.’ But apparently, they were hell for Sheridan. One day she came back from shoppin’ in town. Before supper she went upstairs to our bedroom and packed all her belongin’s. When I went to fetch her, she told me she was leavin.’ Very matter-of-factly, with no emotion whatsoever,
Katherine Alice Applegate