““Mmm, nice," he said close to her ear. She turned her head to look at him and their lips were almost touching. "What's nice?" she asked breathlessly. "You." He sat down and pulled her into his arms, brushing her lips lightly and then deepening the kiss. "Lord, I've been wanting to hold you all day," he whispered against her lips. She cupped his lean, square jaw in her hands. "Me,too. Please, can we go someplace to be alone?" "Darlin', God knows I crave that delectable little body of yours but we really shouldn't. It's not fair to you." Willow slid off his lap and knelt, shaking her finger at him. "Listen, Tumbleweed, I'll tell you what's not fair. It's that damn kiss-and-run routine! It ain't fair to get me so...so...horny!" Rider burst out laughing. God how he wished he could tell her how much he loved her. He settled for folding her in his arms and showing her instead. When they both came up for air, she smiled seductively and threaded her fingers through the dark hair exposed in the vee of his shirt. "Rider," she whispered seductively. "I love touching you." Rider was lost.””
