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her cheek, and his hand skated up to rest
on her belly. “Unbelievably fucking hot.”
    Hot. “Shit.” Ginny sprang up and grabbed her robe. “The
coffee.”
    Jack rose easily from the bed and strode
past her. “Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”
    It was just as well, because her legs
wouldn’t hold her. She sank back to the edge of the bed and
snorted. “Terrific. How am I supposed to ride all over creation
tomorrow, fetching my lost stock?”
    He just grinned smugly and disappeared
through the door, apparently unconcerned with his lack of
clothing.
    Ginny dropped her robe at the foot of the
bed and climbed up under the covers naked. “I’m not bothering with
a nightgown,” she called out. “So you’ll have to keep me warm.”
    His chuckle floated back up to her. “I
thought you wanted to be able to sit a horse tomorrow.”
    It suddenly seemed less important than
spending the night with Jack’s naked body pressed against hers.
“What’s a few head of cattle here and there?”
    She heard another laugh, followed by the
quiet sounds of him moving about in her small kitchen.
    She knew exactly when he came to the door,
but he said nothing and didn’t cross the room. Finally, she raised
her head. “Will you quit staring and come to bed?”
    “ What can I say?” He smiled
as he stepped over the threshold. “The view was nice, even with all
the blankets.”
    Ginny drew back the covers and grinned as
she admired him. “If you want to sleep tonight, stop wandering
around my house buck naked.”
    His smile shifted to a wicked grin as he
obeyed and slipped into the bed next to her. One arm wrapped around
her waist and tugged her firmly back against him. “You think being
naked in your bed is liable to make me more sleepy?”
    She snuggled against him and reached back
with one hand to stroke his thigh. “I think it could, if we keep
our hands to ourselves.”
    He smacked her hip lightly. “You want to be
so sore that Ollie has to ask why you’re riding funny
tomorrow?”
    “ We both heal quickly.”
After rolling to face Jack, Ginny bit his chin. “I’m a little more
worried about exhaustion.”
    “ As well you should be. And
not just yours. I’m not twenty anymore, woman.”
    “ Mmm, me neither.” Her face
nestled against his neck and her limbs tangled with his, and sleep
beckoned. “’Night, Jack.”
    The last thing she felt were his strong
fingers drifting through her hair as he held her close to him.
“Good night, Ginny.”
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Jack awoke the next morning alone in Ginny’s
bed. He could hear her downstairs, along with the clatter of the
cast-iron stove. He rose with a smile and sought out his clothes,
amused to find them folded neatly on a chair next to the bed.
    He listened to her move about as he pulled
on his clothing, opting to carry his gun belt in his hand as he
started down the stairs. “I hope there’s coffee this morning,” he
called as he reached the bottom step. “You wore me out.”
    “ Yes, there’s coffee,”
Ginny laughed and pointed to an insulated carafe on the sideboard.
“You like omelets?” She poked at a half-cooked one in a skillet and
shot him a questioning look.
    “ Sure. Sounds good.” He
dropped his belt over the back of the chair and crossed the kitchen
to stand at her back. Her hip felt good under his hand, the wicked
flare a reminder of the night before and how well it had fit his
fingers as he’d pulled her into every thrust. The memory made his
voice a little lower than usual as he leaned down to kiss the side
of her neck. “Good morning.”
    She lifted one hand to his face, then turned
her head and smiled. “Good morning, Jack.”
    He nuzzled his nose against her ear. “You
must have been quiet.”
    “ Uh-huh.” She laughed
again. “I wanted to let you sleep. I wore you out,
right?”
    His fingers tightened on her hip, and he
tugged her back until her ass pressed against tight against his
cock, which had hardened the