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desired her.
    And reality snapped them both back to painful comprehension.
    He put her on her feet, holding her while she found her balance. He looked at her breasts as if he wasn’t able to stop. He touched them gently, feeling her body tauten, hearing her helpless gasp of pleasure as he stroked her.
    â€œSomeone’s here,” she whispered.
    â€œI know.” He bent and put his mouth gently against her soft breast. “I want you.”
    â€œI want you…too.”
    His cheek turned against her breasts and he held her hard, rocked her there. “Oh, God, Abby!”
    â€œI know.” She smoothed his damp hair. Her eyes closed. “I know, Chayce. I know.”
    He was shivering, and she understood why. Shesoothed him as best she could and wondered absently if the door was locked. If it wasn’t, and someone opened it…
    There was a sharp knock.
    Chayce lifted his head, still shivering. “What?” he demanded in a tone that didn’t invite company.
    There was a thick pause. “Uh, Chayce?” his foreman and good friend, Kirk Conroy called hesitantly. “Could you come down to the barn for a minute? We had to call the vet out about those heifers that miscarried and he needs to talk to you.”
    Chayce had to take a deep breath before he could answer. “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he called back tersely.
    â€œOkay, boss man!”
    There were retreating footsteps. Chayce had Abby by the arms. He looked at her as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go. He drew her with him to the door, reached behind her and locked it. His eyes were black, alive, demanding.
    â€œWe…can’t,” she whispered brokenly.
    â€œWhy not?” he asked harshly. “He won’t come back.”
    â€œChayce…I’m…engaged…” she sputtered.
    His eyes were on her breasts. He drew her to him, dragging her against his chest, shivering with pleasure. “Is this how you feel with him?” he asked unsteadily.
    â€œI don’t… I can’t…do this…with him,” she moaned.
    He seemed to freeze against her. He lifted his head and studied her flushed face. “Never?” he whispered.
    â€œNever. How could I?” she sobbed, her eyes anguished as they met his. “I love you. Damn you, Chayce, I love you…!”
    His mouth settled on hers, tasting tears and the warm wonder of her soft lips as he kissed her with exquisite tenderness, framing her face in his warm, strong hands.
    He let her go long minutes later, gently easing her away from his body. He brushed the tears from under her wet eyes, frowning as he watched her.
    She felt cold without the comfort of his body. Unnerved, she searched the floor for her top and bra.
    He followed her gaze, retrieving them. As if it was routine, he eased her back into her clothing between soft, tender kisses and kissed her hungrily when she was dressed once more.
    â€œYour…shirt,” she whispered.
    He bent and retrieved it, too, shouldering into it. He invited her hands back to the buttons that she’d unfastened and watched them reverse the process.
    When she finished, he tucked it back into his expensive jeans, still watching her.
    Her eyes were eloquent as they searched his face.
    â€œIt’s all right,” he said quietly. “Nothing happened.”
    â€œNothing.” Her voice broke on the word.
    He drew in a long, harsh breath. “It’s just as well that you want to move the wedding up,” he said with cold self-contempt. “It may be the only thing that will save you from me.”
    â€œI don’t understand.”
    â€œDon’t you?” He laughed coldly. “I didn’t have an idea in my mind that I was going to come near you tonight. I meant to keep you halfway across the room and offer to give you away at the wedding.” His jaw tautened. “And you see what happened. I can’t even