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wasn’t careful, it would be easy to let him seduce her.
    When he looked down at her, his hazel eyes glittered like a cat’s. “Want to see the bathroom?”
    She wanted to see something else. Something hard, and thick and…
    “Well?”
    “Sure,” she stammered.
    God, she was behaving like a cowboy groupie, if there was such a thing. So what if he wore his jeans like they’d been cut just for him? So what if they stretched and wrapped around his ass in a way that made her knees go weak? She needed to keep her licentious thoughts to herself.
    As they entered the bathroom, she silently wished she could jump into an ice-cold shower to stop the rush of carnal heat that was coiling in her sex.
    “In addition to a shower, we installed a claw-foot bathtub a few years back. Sarah had been having some problems with arthritis and her doctor had suggested she soak in a hot bath every night.” As he spoke, he stared at her as if he was undressing her with his eyes.
    “I like bubble baths,” she blurted.
    His eyes turned a shade of stormy green, the color of the sky before a tornado. She didn’t know who moved first, but the next thing she knew, he’d swung her around and lifted her ass up onto the edge of the sink.
    Now at eye level with him, she searched his face for any hint of hesitation. When she found none, she crushed her lips against his. Like the previous night, there was nothing slow about their movements. Mashed against his, her lips burned with the roughness of his kisses. She couldn’t take a breath before he’d parted her lips with his tongue and delved into her mouth.
    Dizzy and off balance, she leaned into him to keep from falling. She wound her fingers into his thick hair and clung to him. His hands found her hips to steady her. Blood pounded in her ears. She’d never felt so reckless, so full of primitive need.
    As he shoved up her skirt, she reached for his pants. She’d just unbuckled his belt when she heard a door slam somewhere in the house.
    “Shit,” Mack cursed.
    She panted. “Who is it?”
    “One of my brothers.”
    “Shit.”
    She jumped down and smoothed her skirt over her legs. When she turned to look at herself in the mirror, she cringed. Red lipstick was smeared across her mouth. Her hair stuck up every which way. Anyone who walked in right now would know exactly what they were doing. She couldn’t risk having one of his brothers find out about their clandestine make-out session because it would only bring embarrassing questions that she wasn’t prepared to answer.
    Mack whispered, “I’ll head him off. Pretend you were going to the bathroom.”
     
    ***
     
    Mack yanked his belt buckle together as he raced toward the bedroom door. If his brothers found out he was sleeping with the new B&B manager, they might lose respect for him. Also, he couldn’t risk losing their trust in his judgment. If they found out that he’d picked her up at the bar and had slept with her in his truck, he’d never hear the end of it. His brothers considered him the most responsible person in the family and he had to uphold that image.
    He also needed to find a way to keep his hands off of Madison. Every time he got within three feet of her, he wanted more. He could still feel her tight, slick heat wrapped around him. As soon as he headed off his brother, he’d have to go dunk his head in the river.
    Logan had just crested the stairs when Mack stepped out of the bedroom. “I heard you hired a new manager. Hank said she’s a hot city girl.”
    “She’s okay. And she’s our new employee, so keep your hands to yourself.”
    Logan placed a hand over his chest as if he’d been offended. “Are you accusing me of being a womanizer?”
    “You never met a skirt you couldn’t conquer.”
    “Very true,” Logan said as he peeked over Mack’s shoulder.
    Mack steered his brother toward the stairs. “We can wait for her downstairs.”
    “Why? Is she indecent?”
    You have no idea. “She’s using the