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Jackson moved his cart to the side without unblocking her way and stepped up next to her, scanning the contents of her cart. Her stomach did little flips. Why did he have to smell so good?

“Now, Becca, there’s no call to be rude, even if you did become a Yankee city girl. “

Like a wolf stalking his prey, Jackson’s gaze traveled the length of her body. His voice rumbled low and seductive. “Mmmm, sugar, you have got the best set of legs.”

Damn, damn, damn. She didn’t need this. Why was he here, now, at the Piggly Wiggly of all places? She didn’t remember that behemoth he called a truck in the parking lot and that thing was hard to miss. Glancing at his cart she noticed it was suspiciously empty.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?” Damn, why did he have to stand so close?

His sly smile was slow and easy. Fine laugh lines fanned out from eyes that glittered with mischief. His teeth were straight white, and there seemed to be so many of them. Was that an ever so slight hint of a dimple in his left cheek? Yeah, yeah it was.

Holy Moses, the man was a wet dream walking and that smile was pure sin. He wore button fly jeans, God help her, and a black polo shirt with two buttons open. He stepped closer, picked up the small cucumber she had selected for her salad and met her gaze.

“Aw, Becca, this will never do, sugar.”

“Huh?” she mumbled, momentarily distracted by thoughts of tasting his neck. “What?”

He lifted a brow. “This.” He lifted the little cucumber. She stared at it frowning, shaking her head “Becca, this will never satisfy you, baby, not now anyway, not since the other night.” Rebecca’s mouth fell open and she stared at him, dumbfounded. He looked at it, pressing his lips together, and shook his head. “Nope, this won’t do at all.”

He strode past her to the produce department and started searching through the sparse selection of cucumbers.

Rebecca shut her mouth with a snap. Fascination, disgust, curiosity and anger began to war in her mind, making her want to scream in frustration. She marched over to him and grabbed his arm in an unsuccessful attempt to turn him to face her. His bicep was round, tight and warm under the cotton of his sleeve. The contact was electric, although slight. He looked down at her hand then at her.

“Now you listen to me, Sheriff.” Jerking her hand away, she spoke low, her voice trembling with rage and an overcharge of sensual awareness, which she chose to ignore.

“I will never, ever sleep with you again. Do you understand me?”

He grinned. “Sure, sugar.” He held up a long, round, smooth cucumber. “This one is damn near perfect.”

Her eyes widened and she stammered a moment.

“Yeah, beautiful, isn’t it? “ He pushed it toward her at an obscene angle and she leaned away. “Feel how smooth…hard to find ‘em that smooth and firm, too.”

“It was for a salad…I wasn’t…”She started shaking her head and backing up.

“You’re not…did you hear me?” She stopped. Shaking off the shock, she put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “I said…”

“Yeah, I heard what you said. “ He looked at her pointedly. “However, your body is telling me something else. “

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“Teasing me won’t work, Jackson.”

“I haven’t started teasing you yet, Becca, and already your cheeks are flushed pink with heat. So is your neck.” He ran a finger down her neck to the hollow at her throat. “I love it when your neck does that and I’d be willing to bet my truck that your breasts are rosy, too. That love bite must be fading by now. That has to be remedied. Becca baby, I know they miss my attention; I can see your pretty nipples pressing against that cute little tank top. And those wildcat eyes of yours have already gone dark.”

“Sheriff,” she snarled in frustration. Closing her eyes, she pleaded softly. “You are making a difficult situation worse. So unless you have official business that requires my assistance, just leave me alone.”

“Can’t.” He sounded almost regretful.

“Why?”

He gave her a sideways look. “Do you really want me to say it again? Here? In the middle of Piggly Wiggly?”

She pressed her lips together and stalked off. She rammed Jackson’s cart out of her way and tried to remember what she came for in the first place. Oh, the arrogance, the audacity of the man! What appalled her most, what really pissed her off, was the fact that he was right.

She was aroused, the creamy hot slide of moisture between her thighs only added to her discomfort. And only from his nearness and his sexual threats. Yeah, she had to admit, he had her body aching for him, again. Dammit, did she have no control over her libido at all? It wasn’t like she’d been with a lot of men. Jackson was her first one-night stand, ever, but she’d had several relationships and never had she been so easily affected.

He pulled his cart up next to hers in the dairy aisle and leaned across her, reaching for the whipped cream. His arm brushed her breast, sending an electric shock of sensation singing through her. “I’m following you home, Becca,” he whispered close to her ear then put the can in his cart before reaching for another. “And we’re gonna have a good time.” She turned her head and happened to glimpse the contents of his cart. He still had the cucumber and had added a jar of chocolate sauce and bananas. He reached across her for one more can.

Rebecca held her breath, trying to rein in the urge to jump him. “Sweet tooth?”

He gave her a wry smile. Leaning down, he lightly kissed her mouth, lingering there for a moment. He flicked his tongue over her bottom lip before he moved away.

“You have no idea.” He ran the tip of his tongue over his top lip. “But I’m getting ready to take care of it.” He winked at her and walked away.

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Rebecca pulled into her drive and groaned as moments later Jackson pulled in behind her. She quickly hauled her groceries through her sparse living room to the small eat-in kitchen, aware that Jackson was right behind her. Rebecca set the sacks on the table and began putting their contents away in the cabinets. She paused, watching Jackson put his three cans of whipped cream in her refrigerator and she couldn’t contain 56

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the snicker. She leaned back against the counter and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

“What?” Jackson grinned.

But Rebecca just shook her head and laughed.

He moved to her, caging her in with his body. Oh, he smelled good and it felt good to laugh with him. The tension had been painfully thick all week. She smiled up at him and stifled a sigh. He was so damn gorgeous and he could do things to her that she’d never even thought to fantasize about. So why the hell was she fighting it? She reached up and touched his face. Her smile faded as their lips met. Gently at first, then the flash fire of need surged through her. She pressed her body to his, loving the hardness of his body.

“What’s so funny?” he asked against her lips. She felt the bulge of his erection as he rubbed it against her stomach.

She smiled and met his dark gaze. “We can’t eat three cans of whipped cream.”

“Hmmm, well maybe not all at once, no.” His lips left a trail of flames across her jaw to her ear as he nibbled slowly. “But it’s nice to have it on hand. Just in case. It’s a good idea to be prepared.”

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Okay, Jackson, we have to stop. We can’t.”

“Mm hmm, we can, Becca, we did. I know you remember.” He crushed her against him again and kissed along her jaw. “Let me refresh your memory.” Taking his time, giving each inch his full attention.

“No listen, we need to be serious, just for a moment.” She shoved him away again.

Her voice had gone husky.

His hands gripped her waist and pulled her to him. He nuzzled the sensitive skin right under her ear. “I am serious, I’m fuckin’ religious about this.” His lips nipped at her neck and shoulder. “You’re invading my dreams, Becca, and my nightmares. My dick hasn’t been at ease since you walked those legs into the Wild Rose swinging that fine ass of yours.” At some point, she wasn’t sure when, he unbuttoned her shorts. His hands slid inside the waistband of her panties to cup her bottom. “So soft, round, firm.

Fits in my hands like it was made for ‘em,” he murmured, pulling her hard against him.

“Stop,” she whimpered weakly.

He pulled back and searched her face. “If you really want me to stop I will, Becca.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, his lips moving sensually over hers, his tongue stroking the delicate skin inside her lips then teasing her tongue. She wasn’t thinking anymore.

“Do you want me to stop? Do you?”

“No,” she whispered harshly, pulling his shirt from his jeans, desperate to touch his skin. “To hell with it.”

“Thank God,” he said, grinning at her fervent struggle to get closer to him. He let her go long enough to pull it over his head. She couldn’t wait, her hands glided over his warm body, the crisp chest hair tickled her palms, his nipples hardened at her fingertips and she sighed.

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His erection was unmistakable and her body craved the feel of him inside her, stroking the very core of her. She fumbled with the button fly of his jeans. Her knuckles grazed his hard shaft, her frustration mounting.

“Jackson.” Her strained voice seemed to come from far away; the sound of her blood pounding through her veins was so loud.

“Yeah, sugar?” His mouth was like a brand on her ultra sensitive skin and she momentarily forgot what she was doing. Her shorts and panties slid to the floor. His hands cupped her ass and continued to squeeze and rub as he pulled her closer. Waves of sensation unfurled from her core and feathered through her entire body. His fingers stroked the cleft of her bottom cheeks. His leg spread her thighs apart enough so that his fingers delved lower, slipping into her hot dewy channel then slowly circling the entrance with just enough pressure to have her moan breathlessly. Her blood surged hot through her veins to collect in her nipples and clit, causing them to swell with the need to be touched.

“You’re burning me alive,” she moaned. Finally unbuttoning the last button, she trailed her fingertips along the underside of his cock. Their mouths met again in a fiery tango of tongues and gasps. Rebecca pushed his jeans down, freeing him. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, her thumb passed over the ridge at the base of its pulsing plum-like tip. Breath hissed through his teeth and she kissed his chest, nipping at his collarbone and licking the hollow at his shoulder.

“Well then I’m goin’ up with you.” He pulled her tank top over her head and had her bra unfastened and on the floor before she could acknowledge what he was doing.

Her breasts filled his palms; he lifted them, his fingers caressed them and squeezed her nipples. Pleasure sizzled along her nerve endings and they both moaned. He bent and took one hard peak between his lips and gently rasped his tongue over it.

Aching heat speared through Rebecca, her legs buckled and she wrapped them around his waist and groaned as the thick head of his cock probed at the sensitive wet folds of her heated cunt. She fisted her hands in his hair and rocked against him. He braced her body, trying to hold her still. She met his gaze. “Hurry.” Her voice was low and sultry. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his shoulder with a growl then flicked her tongue over the spot.

“Wild cat,” he hissed, carrying her to the bedroom. “I’m going to teach you the value of taking it slow if it kills me.” He sat her on the bed, leaned down and kissed her quick on the mouth as he untangled her arms. “And it just might. “

He stood and stripped off his jeans. She looked up at him, her body vibrated, anticipating his touch. She couldn’t help but smile at his hot survey of her body. This man made her feel like a goddess. She wanted to be the one torturing him this time. She wanted to see his eyes glaze over with the force of his climax. She shifted to her hands and knees and crawled down the bed to where he stood. She gripped his cock firmly when he tried to push her back. “Not this time, cowboy. You’ve gotten your way, it’s my turn now,” she said and trailed her tongue over the crease that led to the tiny opening.

With a slow grin she watched him swallow hard.

“Wait, I…”

“Shhh, sit and lay back.” She moved over him, as he did her bidding and urged him to slide higher up the bed. She continued lightly massaging his incredibly stiff erection 58

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but couldn’t resist tasting the taut skin of his stomach. Warm spasms against her tongue tempted her lower. She heard his breathing accelerate as she scooted down to nestle his hot cock between her breasts. His breath caught and his hips pressed him closer. “Becca, baby, you’re so soft.”

She wished she had some oil on hand or something, she thought. Oh well, sometimes a girl has to improvise
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She shifted and in one smooth stroke took him into her mouth as far as she could, making him as wet as she could with her saliva. Then secured the thick glistening shaft between her breasts again.

“Good God,” he muttered as his hips rocked back and forth. Rebecca pushed her breasts together and bent her head to suck the tip as he slid smoothly between them.

Heat infused her body, her inner walls clenched and erotic waves danced through her.

“Oh yes, Becca, tighter, baby.” She pressed her breasts tighter against his steel-hard cock.

Her mouth closed over the round head of his cock and drew him deeper into her mouth till she felt him throbbing against the back of her throat. She swallowed him deeper then moaned, the sound vibrating along Jackson’s shaft. “Ah, yes,” he groaned.

She milked the thick ridge that pulsed along the underside with her tongue, pressing firmly as she sucked. His hands fisted in her hair and she thought she heard him growl.

She caressed him with her lips as she glided up to lick and kiss the silky tip.

With one hand she cupped his balls and traced firm little circles on the patch of flesh behind them. Her tongue delved into the crease and she closed her lips over the tip, sipping at the pearl of arousal that collected there, and then surged over him again.