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Jaclyn gave a gurgle of laughter. “In that case, lead on, cowboy.”
Once inside she plastered herself up against him and he put his hands on her ass, which reminded him of why he really liked dresses. They gave much better access than pants. He slid his hands beneath the dress, discovering she wore a thong. He groaned. “You know these make me crazy.”
“I know. Why do you think I wore it?”
“So you came down here to seduce me?”
“Damn straight. Among other things.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to wait long,” he told her as he pushed her dress up and over her head, tossing it aside. “Especially not with you looking like you do.” She wore a red push-up bra, a red thong, and red high heels. And nothing else. He wanted to devour her.
“Neither can I.” She reached for his belt buckle, unfastened it and went to work on his jeans.
He sat on the couch to pull off his boots. Instead of helping Jaclyn began kissing him wherever she could reach. He managed to get his pants down, though not off, and he still wore his shirt. Before he could take off anything else, Jaclyn straddled his lap, pulled aside the tiny wisp of fabric that was her underwear, and sank down on him.
They both groaned. “Good,” he said hoarsely.
“So good,” she said, and began to ride. She leaned over to kiss him, a deep, wet kiss. He thrust into her, grasping her hips, pumped once, twice and exploded, feeling her tighten around him as she cried out. He wasn’t sure how long he held her until they finally managed to move.
“Jaclyn?”
“Marshall?”
“I’m really glad you changed your mind.”
“So am I. Very, very glad.”
“I probably shouldn’t say this because I know it’s impossible.”
“Say what?”
“I want more. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you all the time. I want to live together. I want to marry you.”
“You—you want to marry me? Really?”
“Yes, for all the good it does.”
“You’ve never said that before.”
“I know,” he said, gathering her close. “Because there’s no point in even thinking about it. Except that it’s true.”
She said nothing, just kissed him. He kissed her, made love to her, and tried very hard not to think about the future.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Want to gofor a ride?” Marshall asked Jaclyn Sunday morning.
“Sure. That sounds like fun.”
He needed to get out of the house. To be outside. They’d either been in his room or the barn or the cottage for most of the time since Jaclyn had arrived and the walls were beginning to close in on him. They’d made love a lot in the past two days. Maybe they were storing up since they weren’t sure when they’d see each other again. Or maybe they were making up for lost time. All he knew was he couldn’t look at her without wanting to make love to her.
Fortunately, she seemed to feel the same way.
His family had left them alone. He suspected because they wanted him to get back together with Jaclyn. Not for totally altruistic reasons but also because as more than one sibling had told him, he was a flaming jerk when they weren’t together.
They saddled the horses, Whimsy, one of the paints, for Jaclyn, and Eddie, one of the geldings that hadn’t been ridden in a while for him. “I thought we’d go to a little spot on the creek that’s nice and shady and private.”
“I see you’ve brought a blanket and a basket,” Jaclyn said. “Are we having a picnic?”
