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lips to the pretty little freckle right under the gathered material of her sweater.
    Dusty pulled back. Damn . Obviously, his self-inflicted abstinence had finally caught up with him. One peek of skin and he’d almost lost it. Unfortunately, one peek wasn’t all he was going to get.
    “To hell with it!” Bri said, right before she raised her arms and completely slipped out of the sweater, leaving it hanging from the window. Dusty barely registered the hot pink bra and miles of soft skin before Brianne tumbled into his arms.
    He told himself to put her down and step away, but his hands wouldn’t cooperate. He held her trim waist in a death grip, her feet dangling and her curvy butt flush against his zipper. And keeping your willpower with a fully dressed woman you weren’t touching was much easier than keeping it with a half-naked woman you were.
    Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder. He expected her wide blue eyes to be filled with snooty disdain. Instead, they were filled with something that looked like the same rampant desire that swirled around inside of him. Still, he might’ve been able to let her go if she hadn’t slipped a hand around his neck and offered up those pump lips.
    Months of abstinence turned to dust as Dusty closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. For such an innocent-looking woman, she had a wicked way with a kiss. Their lips had barely touched before her tongue came into play, giving his bottom teeth a sexy little flick before coaxing his tongue into a hot tango that turned his cock as hard as the concrete beneath his boots.
    While one of her hands caressed the hair at the nape of his neck, the other took his hand and drew it up to her satin-covered breast. He gently squeezed, and a groan escaped his mouth. How long had it been since he cradled a woman’s breast? Kneaded the resilient flesh? Strummed the hard peak? So long that he couldn’t seem to get enough. Once he had thoroughly inspected one breast, he moved on to the next. But as his hand swept over her cleavage, his fingertips brushed against the cold hardness of the diamond solitaire. That was all it took to take the starch right out of his lust.
    He dropped his hands and stepped back. She wobbled a little before slowly turning to look at him. Her hot blue, desire-drugged eyes almost had him reaching for her again. To keep himself from it, he stepped out of the cell and slammed the bars closed. Still, it took a few moments before he could speak.
    “I’ll have the judge here as soon as I can. Even if I have to track him down on a hunt myself.”
    The words seemed to clear the desire from Brianne’s eyes. Although the humor that replaced it bothered him even more. She adjusted her bra, displaying her plump cleavage to a mouthwatering effect, and smiled sweetly.
    “Take your time, Sheriff. Jail isn’t quite as bad as I thought.”

Chapter Eight
    “N OW THAT’S A REAL INTERESTIN’ STORY, Ms. Cates.” Judge Seeley leaned back in the chair behind Sheriff Hicks’s desk and rested his hands over his camouflaged hunting vest. “I especially liked the part about Elvis. I’ve always been a big Elvis fan, myself, even after he gained weight and started dressing like Liberace.”
    Bri sent the man a dimpled smile. “So is my mama. She’s been to Graceland at least ten times—six on the King’s birthday—and has every Elvis souvenir known to man. Although my daddy put his foot down on the velvet painting.”
    A derisive snort had her turning to the man who leaned in the doorway with arms crossed and scowl deep. If Bri had thought Sheriff Hicks had been ill tempered before their kiss, it was nothing compared to after. And his anger was baffling. Men usually didn’t hold grudges for kisses. Especially men who desired you. And there was little doubt in her mind that Sheriff Hicks desired her. She had felt the rock-solid proof of that desire when she’d fallen into his arms.
    Yet here he was, studying her as if the entire episode in