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firm, round breasts were making an imprint against his flesh, a pair of hard buttons pressing through his shirt. He heard her moan and felt her eager hands clinging to his neck. Her tongue made a wet circle of his lips, then probed his mouth. Her show of aggression unleashed a fragment of savagery in his character. Brig reclaimed the dominant role, bruising her lips with his kisses, until the strain on his neck became too much and he lifted his head to ease it. His breathing was heavy with passion. Trudie was quivering. Her trembling fingers separated the buttons of his shirt from the material, then slipped inside against his flesh and curled into the rough hairs on his chest.
    “You don’t have to leave today, Brig,” she whispered in an aching voice. “Tomorrow is soon enough. I’ll be through here in a couple of hours.”
    Her lips pressed moist kisses on his chest, her warm breath heating flesh already burning. The room was cool, but Brig felt perspiration beading on his skin. His hands were making random forays over her shoulders, waist and back, then pressing her hips harder against his thighs. He ached with a need that threatened to consume him.
    When Trudie lifted her head, he took one look at her soft red lips and covered them with a groan.“Please stay, Brig,” she begged under his demanding mouth. “It’s been so long.”
    “I don’t believe that,” he mumbled with harsh skepticism and tried to silence her needless words. He was beyond the point of caring who had gone before.
    “No, with you it’s different, Brig,” Trudie protested. “It’s special. I . . . You know it is.”
    “Yes, yes, I know,” he agreed impatiently.
    Her token resistance ended and she seemed to melt against him. “Make love to me, Brig. Do it to me now,” she pleaded and began fumbling with the rest of the buttons of his shirt.
    Her tight-fitting clothes were unwanted obstacles. He had barely managed to tug her skirt up around her hips when a voice from out front called, “Trudie! You’ve got a customer!”
    She stiffened in his arms and Brig ordered, “Ignore it.”
    “No.” She struggled against his iron hold. “They’ll just send someone back here to look for me. Let me go, Brig. Please.”
    Swearing a savage string of oaths under his breath, he released her and took a step away. He was laboring under the weight of primitive forces that weren’t so easily controlled once they had been aroused. Trudie was hastily adjusting her clothes and nervously smoothing her hair into place. She cast one apologetic glance in his direction before hurrying to the door.
    He couldn’t walk back out there, not yet, not with this hard bone straining against the denim of his pants. Brig cursed again and wiped the perspiration from his chin. The back of his hands came away with a red lipstick smear. Pulling his handkerchief from his back pocket, he wiped his mouth and hand, then jammed it back.
    It was several minutes before he felt sufficiently composed to return to the bar. Locating the keg of beer, he hoisted it onto his shoulder and walked to the door. Trudie gave him an apprehensive but adoring look as he entered.
    “Where do you want this?”
    “You can set it right there for now.” She indicated an empty place under the counter near the beer taps. After setting it down, Brig walked around the counter to his stall and the nearly full glass of beer. “That’s probably flat,” she said. “I’ll get you a fresh one.”
    “Don’t bother.” A beer wouldn’t satisfy the kind of thirst he had. Brig started toward the front door.
    “Where are you going?” Trudie hurried out from behind the bar to catch him.
    “For a walk.” He knew he sounded curt and unfeeling. It hadn’t exactly been her fault. But he was still all twisted into knots and as testy as a grizzly out of hibernation.
    “Will you be back?” She searched his shuttered expression for some clue to the answer.
    “I don’t know.” He shouldn’t have