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The roughness of his kiss was hungry and needing, and she returned it willingly and unreservedly They were locked together, straining, made raw by this intolerable pressure inside the of it

Ty was breathing hard, his cheek pressed against the side of her hair, his arhtly to hi of her name, there was a question, a need expressed that his hard, muscled body had already told her

“I know” She felt lightheaded For all the pounding of her heart and the almost violent ache inside, she felt a remarkable calmness, too “Carry me?” she asked

There was a ht honorto scoop an ar her and looking at her shining face There was curiosity behind his desirous look

“I never thought of you as the romantic kind, Jessy” His husky voice throbbed

“Why?” she asked softly as she stroked his cleanly shaven jaw, touching a fingertip to the brush of black whiskers above his lip “Because I can ride like a man and do the work of a s? Why can’t I like flowers and candy, too?”

“1 don’t know”

He carried her into the darkened bedroo each other, tense and poised like awere finished; now the instinct for silence heralded nature’s most precious and most sacred act

Her face was lifted to hinal to be kissed Ty read it clearly and felt a splinter of irritation The signals were all the same, whether they came from Tara, Jessy, or some other woman Yet Jessy was like none of them, and he’d wanted it to be different

Only it couldn’t be different, because this was the way of things She was a woman and he was a man No matter what level of communication was used, physical or verbal, they were locked by the pattern In their es, but the acts theh to him that it didn’t really matter

Reaching, he pushed the heavy coat off her shoulders and tossed it into the dark shape of a chair in the corner When he turned back, Jessy had begun unfastening her blouse His fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt

Her eyes were on hi the layers of clothes come off to reveal the hard expanse of muscle and flesh, the clean male lines There was one aard moment when Ty aze drifted over her nude for and slender as a tallShe felt the touch of his eyes on her small breasts Neither in looks nor form could she compare with Tara

She had her ht; then his hand reached out to her No ; no s—her love There was a wealth of passion in her going unused, too long suppressed She had to give it or shrivel up inside and die Its pressure was that strong She went to hiain

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After she had lighted two cigarettes from the pack on the bedstand, Jessy rolled back and passed one to Ty, conscious of his war sensation hadn’t left her toes Her body was still tingling with the afteres of her mouth