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With a new rush of need, she managed to yank her hands free, this time gently pushing against my shoulders.

I broke the kiss, both of us experiencing labored breathing.

Alexandra kissed my lips softly and shook her head. I wasn’t certain what she was telling me, but the ache inside that I’d felt before immediately developed.

I was so used to taking what I wanted, knowing the woman would allow me to do anything if it meant getting her hands on my bank account that I was floored. Backing away was one of the hardest things I’d had to do, but was necessary.

As she crawled backward and out of my reach, I resigned myself to letting her go. We’d head back and not talk about this again.

My mother had insisted there were angels and she’d meant that special person who would guide me away from the darkness. I’d laughed and hugged her, but when the beautiful woman whose lower lip was trembling rose to a standing position, slowly removing her shirt, I felt a warm glow of her light and warmth.

And I wanted her.

Not just her body or her soul.

I wanted her heart.

CHAPTER 26

Alexandra

Breathless.

How many times had the sensual, handsome man made me feel that way? Or how many times had a single look from him forced shivers down the back of my neck all the way to my toes?

More times than I could count.

I had it bad for the man, but something had shifted dramatically between us. I’d wanted to shut him down as he’d done to me, pushing him away before it was too late. I’d guessed that with being around him less than a week, it would be easy to let go and close Pandora’s lid.

I was wrong.

No longer was I embarrassed, feeling inadequate because I was certain he had so much more experience. I felt more like a woman in control than I had my entire adult life. It wasn’t just about the way he was looking at me, as if he would torch the world to keep me with him. I was finally letting go of my personal inhibitions, learning to love myself.

I wasn’t there yet, but that was just fine with me. My mind was reeling, my heart thudding and my pulse skyrocketing. What did that tell me?

Maybe that I was right where I needed to be at this point in my life.

As I reached behind my back, he sat up, folding his arms over his bent knees. He had tousled hair from the ride, the four-day dark stubble on his face giving him a ranch hand rugged look. I preferred this more than his sophisticated appearance.

He wasn’t smiling, his expression blank, but his eyes were forever watching.

I removed my bra, my hands no longer shaking from the ride or anything else. Fortunately, I wasn’t wearing cowboy boots like he was, easily able to kick off my tennis shoes. He’d teased me about them, but I wasn’t going to try to shove socks in a pair of his work boots.

What a fashion statement.

The mesmerizing effect of the look in his eyes was something special. I was torn between allowing him to finish removing my clothes and doing it myself. This I needed for me, the removal of material covering my body symbolic.

Maybe.

A smile crossed my face as I unfastened and lowered my jeans and thong at the same time, stepping out of them.

When I was fully naked, I beckoned to him. I even swayed my hips back and forth as an incentive.

He didn’t need any further push, rising to his full height. God, the man was so tall. I took several deep breaths as he removed his attire, shucking everything aside as if going nude was the way to go. He didn’t advance right away, merely taking a single step in my direction. I gave him an authoritative look and beckoned again.

When he hesitated, I shook my head. “Don’t make me come over there.”

I’d surprised him, the laugh more seductive than before. I also adored that about him. When he was able to let go.