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backward glide, Laurel grasped his shoulders, thinking he was leaving until he thrust forward again. The friction made that same odd excitement begin to coil in her stomach and she made an inarticulate sound of pleasure.
    It felt good.
    No, she decided a few moments later, better than good, her attention riveted on the miraculous fit of his sex into hers and the cadence of their moving bodies. Quickly she realized if she lifted her hips to accept his forward movements it escalated the building pleasure.
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    “Just like that, sweetheart, yes…” He pushed deep, buttocks flexing as he drove into her with increasing speed.
    As if she was no longer in control of her movements, her body seemed to decide exactly when to arch and fall, knowing how to take him. When he shifted his weight to one arm and reached between them, she cried out as his fingers found the miraculous spot he had tantalized before and a blissful shudder rippled through her.
    It seemed to go on, the fierce grip of it taking her by surprise as her inner muscles clenched around his invasion, the pleasure so flagrant, so acute, Laurel felt as if she was swept into a turbulent current, the swirling madness punctuated by Cal’s low groan. He went rigid and stopped moving and she could feel a hot liquid rush deep inside her.
    The cabin was utterly quiet except for their mutual choppy breathing, his weight braced above her just enough so she felt every inch of where their damp skin touched, every bit of his still rigid cock in her vaginal passage. His forehead rested in the spill of her hair over the blankets and his broad chest heaved.
    Eventually, she summoned the strength to open her eyes. The place looked the same, with the chinked walls, the plain, simple furniture, the single window open to the warmth of the fall morning.
    Her world, however, was very different.
    Of the literally dozens of beaux she’d had, of the men with flowery compliments and impassioned proposals, she had somehow succumbed to this dangerous man with a shadowy past, someone she’d known only a short time if you counted the days.
    He would have left her alone, but she had initiated the glorious thing that had just happened between them.
    Why?
    Because of the enigmatic duality of his personality? Nefarious killer versus considerate savior? After what had just happened she was sure he wasn’t both, at least not to the extent people thought.
    What did she think, was the question. Why this man? It was hard to put a finger on it but she was fascinated whether she wanted it or not.

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    Maybe even falling in love.
    No, not with Cal Riker , the outlaw .
    Yes, with Cal Riker, the man.
    The touch of his hand interrupted her inner musings. He stroked her shoulder, trailing his fingertips across her collarbone in a feather-like caress. With a shift of his weight he brought her with him so they lay on their sides, face-to-face, her thigh draped over his hip. He was still inside her, stretching her passage deliciously. “Tell me what you’re thinking now, Miss Daniels.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh at the return of his low, soft accent. “You called me Laurel a few minutes ago.”
    “Forgive me, I was making love to a beautiful woman and might have lost sight of propriety.” His blond hair was tousled, his gorgeously male body glistening with perspiration. The slight smile on his mouth would lure angels from the heavens, but his eyes, always the most expressive part of him, were watchful.
    Her answer was obviously important, whether he wanted her to know it mattered or not.
    Making love…
    “I was thinking that I never even imagined anything like what we just did,” she whispered, not sure how he would handle it if she told him too much. He’d said flat out he was used to being alone and she didn’t want to spook him. It was possible—she sensed it—and the last thing she wanted was for him to ride