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but conversation in here really was impossible. Instead she just let herself lean into him, savoring the scent and feel of him. Surely he’d realized what a poor substitute she was for someone like Diana Landry and that was all right.
    She wondered why she had such a letdown feeling. She’d expected something like this.
    Maybe tomorrow she’d have one of the hands drive her into town and bunk with Roxie or Lola while she figured out what to do. But right now she’d enjoy the moment.
    The song ended but Wyatt made no move to leave the dance floor. Instead he tucked her head into his shoulder and rubbed his big hands up and down her back in a public show of possessiveness until the next sound boomed out. Once, when she sneaked a sideways glance, she saw Diana at a table with three other people staring daggers at her and pressed herself even closer to the man holding her.
    He made dancing as intimate as sex, insinuating one long leg between hers, so when she moved her cunt rubbed against his thigh. The thickness of his erection behind the denim of his jeans was like a branding iron burning into her. When he bent his head lower he nipped at her ear and licked at the edge of her jaw before shifting his head again.
    The music changed again and one of his hands slipped up to the nape of her neck, his fingers threading through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. He moved enough to the music to allow her breasts to rub against his chest. If only they were alone 63

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    and she could rip off her blouse and his shirt and feel the soft dark-gold hair on his chest against her swollen nipples.
    Emily had no idea how long they danced—if what they did could be called dancing—but after a while she felt as if they were in a cocoon by themselves. The crowd and noise fell away and she was only conscious of Wyatt’s body against hers, his thick cock, his warm hands, his lips and teeth taking secret nips.
    By the time he led her from the dance floor her legs were wobbly and the pulse of need inside her beat insistently. Wyatt stuck some bills under their empty beer bottles then tugged her toward the door with him. He had it partially open when she heard Diana Landry’s sultry voice again, right at her elbow.
    “Nice seeing you, Wyatt.” She trailed her fingernails along one arm. “I’ll be up very late if you want to drop by.”
    Wyatt stopped away from her. “No, thanks, Diana. Been there, done that, and it wasn’t all that great.”
    Diana’s eyes widened, an angry flush stained her cheeks and she drew back her hand as if to slap him.
    Wyatt grabbed her wrist. “You don’t want to do that. Believe me.” He pushed the door open and nearly dragged Emily into the parking lot. Even in the limited light from the parking lot she could see the angry flush staining his cheeks and the rigid set of his jaw.
    Emily buckled herself into her seat and sat quietly as Wyatt backed the truck out of the lot, spitting gravel, and roared out onto the highway. They’d driven a good five miles before his jaw unclenched and he broke the silence.
    “I’m sorry.”
    She turned her head and stared at him “ You’re sorry? For what?”
    “For my past sins, I guess. I would have insisted Diana apologize to you but that just would have started another scene.”
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    “Wyatt, when I was working in Las Vegas I dealt with women like Diana all the time.” She snorted. “BBBM, we used to call them behind their backs.”
    “Huh? What does that stand for?”
    “Big Boobs, Big Mouth.” She sighed. “Predatory females with too much money and not enough manners. And hot pants for anything that caught their eye.”
    “That’s Diana. Hands down.” He’d been driving at what Emily considered an excessive speed but now he slowed down.
    “Maybe she’s more your type than I am,” Emily ventured.
    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She could hear the anger in his strident tone.
    “She’s a lot more