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for exactly what he’d said— sexin’ up .
    “This…” She licked her lips. “Um, this doesn’t have to be complicated.”
    His gaze sharpened. “You thinking this could be a one-time thing? Get it out of our systems?”
    She nodded slowly.
    He scooted his feet closer to hers. Warmth from his body radiated in the small space between them.
    She tilted back her head. “Just tonight. Tomorrow, you’re on the payroll and under my roof, with Drew.”
    “I understand.”
    She jutted her chin. “No flirting.”
    One dark brow rose. “Don’t you think Drew will wonder why I don’t act natural around you?”
    “Then no touching. No intimating we’ve ever touched.”
    His throat moved as he swallowed. “I won’t hit on you. But if you want me…”
    She shook her head. “Don’t you worry about that. The ranch’ll keep us all too busy to think about…” Lord, she couldn’t even say it.
    His mouth twitched. “Sexin’?”
    “Yeah, that,” she whispered.
    His hands rose and gently cupped her hips, and he pulled her closer, eliminating the distance between them.
    With her breasts mashed against his hard chest, her breaths shortened. Her nipples tingled and extended. Her pussy contracted, moisture leaking slowly into the crotch of her panties.
    His smell surrounded her—plain soap, a lovely male musk. She wouldn’t have been surprised to hear women tackled him in the grocery aisle after just one whiff. Hell, she wanted to tackle him and crawl right on top of his lean, muscled body.
    He reached up with one hand, removed his hat and spun it toward the armchair in the corner. Then he bent toward her and kissed her, rubbing his mouth softly over hers.
    The chaste nature of his kiss wasn’t enough. She glided her hands up his chest, around his neck, and sank her fingers in his thick hair. Rising on her toes, she deepened the kiss, aligning her nose with his and opening her mouth to let him sink inside.
    The kiss was pure heaven—just as wildly erotic as she remembered. Every muscle tensed, straining toward him. Her entire body came alive.
    Groaning, he walked her backward until her knees hit the mattress. Then he held her as he lowered her to coverlet, coming down on top of her, blanketing her in heat and hardness, his cock flush with her mound.
    Charli lifted her legs and encircled his waist, clinging with arms and thighs, undulating to rub against the large ridge clothed in his pants, getting more desperate and breathless as the kiss continued.
    He raised his head and grinned. “Sweetheart, I’m all outta moves. I want you naked. When I get up, you get those clothes off.”
    Relieved he was every bit as horny as she was, she smiled back, suddenly feeling lighter and free.
    He edged away and went to work, stripping off his T-shirt. She jackknifed to sit at the edge of the mattress and tore her shirt over her head, unsnapped her bra and drew it down her arms, loving how his hands stalled at his belt buckle as his gaze snagged on her meager breasts.
    His nostrils flared, his breathing deepened—enough of a reaction to convince her he wasn’t disappointed. She lifted one foot at a time and tugged off her boots and socks, then stood.
    He shook his head as though to clear it and toed off his boots, while at the same time peeling open his belt and dragging down his zipper. Wincing slightly, he reached into his pants and pulled his cock free, then bent to shove his pants down, obscuring her view of his sex.
    It didn’t matter. She’d seen enough to know he’d been blessed. He’d fill her, stretch her—and damn, she couldn’t wait a minute longer to feel him slide inside her. She shoved her jeans down and stepped out of them.
    Nude now, she swiped the coverlet from the bed, grabbed the upper sheet and dragged it off as well. She climbed onto the mattress, letting him watch her ass, listening to his rough groan as more clothing hit the floor. Then he was on the bed behind her, grabbing her hips, holding her