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her hair. A sexy moan filled the inside of his mouth with her warm breath.
    All of a sudden she froze.
    She let out a squeak and wiggled out of his arms, her hand shooting to the top of her head.
    “What happened?” Staying on the safe side, he kept his hands in plain sight. “Did I hurt you?”
    They just stared at each other.
    She didn’t strike him as a woman who’d care if a man mussed up her hair. So what the hell?
    “Sorry,” she said, her cheeks pink. “Really sorry. I’m not freaking out or anything. About being here...you know...in the room with you. I promise I’m not.”
    Could’ve fooled him. “Look, we don’t have to—”
    “Let’s get in bed, okay? I’ll feel more relaxed then.”
    After a quick look at her parted lips, he watched the alarm fade from her eyes. “You don’t like leaving the light on?” Ethan asked, worried he was missing something that would come back to bite him. “Is that it?”
    “I don’t care about the light.” She smoothed back her hair and smiled as if nothing had happened.
    Now that his body had cooled off some, he needed to think before she took another step toward him. This year he faced more pressure than ever to claim another championship title, partly because of his age, and also because of his kid sister. Mostly, though, it was about his left shoulder. It didn’t hurt all the time, but he knew his rodeo days were numbered.
    Sophie came up flush against him and looped her arms around his neck. Her pink lips parted slightly as she tilted her head back. She was still wearing the damn bra, not that it seemed to matter, since his mind went blank.
    He put his hands on her waist, waiting, hoping he wasn’t in for another surprise squeal. Her skin was soft and warm above the jeans waistband. The satiny texture made him itch to explore the rest of her. He settled for rubbing the small of her back, then moved his hands over the curve of her firm backside. Squeezing through denim was better than nothing, he supposed.
    Screw that.
    The jeans and bra both had to come off.
    His request was preempted by an urgent tug. Sophie pulled his head down while she lifted herself up to meet his lips. When she leaned into him, moving her hips against his born-again erection, his whole body tightened. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and touched the tip of hers before circling and sampling the sweetness of her.
    “Bed,” she whispered.
    He lifted her in his arms. With a soft gasp, she hung on tight even after he’d laid her down against the pillows. She resumed the kiss, refusing to let go of his neck, even as he followed her down. The fierce way she was clinging to him made things tricky. He stretched out alongside her, keeping his weight off her and on his braced elbow.
    He dragged his mouth away from hers and trailed his lips along her jaw to her ear, wondering where she might be sensitive. After a few nips at her earlobe, he cupped a breast and murmured, “How about we get rid of this bra?”
    She vaguely nodded, then stiffened. “Wait.”
    “For?”
    She sat up and sighed. “I forgot something.”
    Ethan fell onto his back. She just wasn’t going to make it easy, was she? “What did you forget?” he asked as she crawled over him and got off the bed.
    “Just one sec,” she said, raising one finger before she headed for the chair with her jacket draped over the back.
    Ethan watched her rifle through the pockets and found it in his heart to forgive her for the interruption. Only because she had one helluva nice ass. Which he hoped to see in the flesh, preferably before the next full moon.
    Okay. He finally understood the problem. “I have a condom,” he said, rolling to the side and reaching into his back pocket. “It’s right here. You can stop looking.”
    She murmured something he couldn’t make out, yet managed to give him the impression she hadn’t heard him.
    “Sophie?”
    She turned to face him, holding the jacket against her front. Fortunately not so