close to her soft, bare thighs.
She regarded him with a wrinkled brow. âDo you want me to try that shoulder? Or not?â
âYeah.â He moved into position, figuring the case would be a lot worse if she positioned her ass between his thighs, but changed his mind a minute later. No matter whose ass or thighs went where, the position was pretty damned intimate.
Her hands began at his neck, her thumbs circling firm but gentle over his spine. He let his head drop to his chest with a groan. Holy shit, that felt good. Damned good.
She slid her hands a bit lower, her fingers probing deeper into his shoulder muscles. Her hands were strong, and confident, delivering a medicinal mix of pleasure and pain. Heâd never had anyone touch him like thisânot even Rachel. And his body responded to it.
âYouâd better stop that now, Red.â Standing up would only make his condition more evident so he scooted forward, away from her reach.
âDid I hurt you?â she asked.
âNo,â he replied tightly. âI just donât want it to end up the other way around.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI told you, a man and woman canât be friends. Sooner or later heâll want to get into her jeans. Maybe you didnât mean to, but you got me achinâ to do just that.â
âAching?â she repeated dumbly.
âYeah, Redâ¦as in blue balls.â He shifted in growing discomfort knowing heâd get no relief tonight. âMaybe you should climb up into that gooseneck now.â
âIs that what you want me to do?â
âWhat I want?â He gave a deprecating laugh. âYou shouldnât ask questions like that, sweetheart. Youâll never get the truth out of a man with a hard-on.â He spread his hands in a helpless gesture. âI can hardly deny whatâs staring you right in the face.â
Her gaze dropped. Her brown eyes widened.
He covered his face and blew out a long breath. Maybe it was the injury that had his head all screwed up, or the alcohol he shouldnât have drunk. Or more likely, it was pent-up frustration from long-term abstinence. Whatever it was, his resistance was crumbling to dust with vanilla-scented Janice staring at his dick.
âShit, Janice. Youâre not making this easy on me. Iâm trying my damnedest to act like a gentleman.â
âWhat do you mean?â she asked, her gaze flickering back to his face. âWhat did I do?â
âHell, you donât have to do anything when youâre looking at me that way.â
âWhat way?â she asked, her soft brown eyes searching his.
Her whole demeanor was a provocative mix of earthy innocence. Her hands were strong and gentle. Her eyes, honest, and guileless. Everything about Janice felt so warm and inviting, in stark contrast to Rachel who ran hot and cold with nothing in between. For almost five years Rachel had strung him along, teasing with promises and vacillations. Now here was Janiceâwarm, welcoming, and smelling good enough to eat. His gaze dropped to her mouth, to lips that softly parted. Her unspoken invitation was the straw that broke the cowboyâs back.
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Janice knew what she was doingâat least she told herself she did. Sheâd never dreamed of anyone but Dirk. It seemed like sheâd waited half her life hoping heâd notice herâand now here he wasâand heâd definitely noticed. Maybe she was taking unfair advantage of the situation. He was on the rebound. Though heâd never admit it, he was hurting bad and not just on the outside. She knew he and Rachel would eventually patch things up. Her eyes were open on that score, but right here, right now, none of that mattered. This was Dirk.
Her breath came in rapid puffs. She shut her eyes in anticipation, waiting and willing him to commit himself.
His fingers cupped her chin, firm and gentle at the same time. Her body tensed and