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“Okay. Well, thanks.” She turned to go inside.
“You’re forgetting something.”
“What?”
He tapped his lips. “A good-night kiss.”
“In your dreams.”
“You got that right.”
“You’re so funny. We don’t need to do that here.”
“Sure we do. There’s a light on in the barn and I’ve heard some banging. Someone is in there. Remember, your family needs to believe us too.”
“There is a light on but the banging could just be one of the horses kicking their stall.”
“How do you expect this to work if you question the necessity every time we kiss?”
“Oh, all right.” She put her arms around his neck and stepped closer. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
“Such enthusiasm.” He kissed her, taking his time, teasing her mouth to open, slipping his tongue inside when she did. Keeping it light and easy. But with a hint of sexier if she wanted it. Nate knew how to kiss a woman. He’d never had any complaints. But Damaris wasn’t just any woman. She was the woman he’d wanted for a long time. The woman he’d waited for forever—that’s what it seemed like anyway. The woman who was still intent on keeping him a friend and nothing more.
She sighed and he felt her body soften against his as her arms tightened around his neck. Her mouth opened more. Her tongue began to play with his. His cock started to harden and he knew if he didn’t turn her loose she’d be in no doubt about what he wanted. He forced himself to end the kiss and take a step back.
Her eyes were blurry, dark brown, and beautiful. Her lips were slightly swollen and he wanted to sink his hands in her hair and kiss her again. Wanted to back her up against the door and put his hands all over her. But he didn’t. Instead he turned her loose.
“I’ll call you tomorrow after work. If you can get away, we’ll go to the racetrack.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
He walked to his car, feeling her gaze on his back. Damn, he was supposed to be Mr. Cool and Collected. Instead, he was dangerously close to being Mr. Hot and Bothered.
Chapter Five
Whoa. Damaris couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss Nate had laid on her last night. Or rather, her reaction to it. She’d practically melted into a puddle at his feet. She should have known he’d be dangerous. Hell, she knew his reputation. What a fool she’d been to think herself immune to him.
It’s just because you haven’t had sex in years and you’re finally thinking about it. Hormones, that’s all it is. You’re a perfectly healthy young woman who hasn’t been with a man since ‘Warner the Bastard’ ruined your life.
Not ruined, but he’d sure put a crimp in it. She hadn’t had sex since she found out the truth about Warner.
She dated. In fact, she’d gone out with almost all the single men in and around Whiskey River. But she hadn’t been intimate with any of them. Not because she’d lost her sex drive. She hadn’t. Kissing Nate had proven that to her. But she didn’t trust men, and furthermore, she didn’t trust herself to choose the right man. Her judgment had been sorely lacking in the past.
Yet here she was about to go out with Nate again. Her instincts were screaming Watch out! but did that stop her? No, it didn’t. Sure, she’d said she’d help him make Grandma K happy, but no one his grandma was likely to hear from would be at the racetrack. Still, he’d said she could drive his car and she intended to. Yes, horses were her passion, but she liked cars too. And she’d wanted to drive Nate’s baby since he’d restored her enough to drive. He’d refused every time she asked. But she continued asking just in case he changed his mind. Then, as a bribe, he’d told her she could. But she’d take it. She wasn’t above a good bribe.
She got through her work and told Marshall and Ella that she’d be gone for the afternoon. As she was getting dressed, trying to decide what was appropriate racetrack attire, she heard a knock at her door. “Come in,” she called out, hoping it wasn’t Nate since she wasn’t ready.
“Damaris? Hey, it’s Jaclyn.” She poked her head inside the bedroom. “Are you busy?”
“No, just trying to find something to wear.”
“Big date, huh?”
She didn’t answer that. “I’m going to the Devil’s Rock Raceway with Nate. He’s letting me drive his car on the way out there.”
“You mean a racetrack? I haven’t heard about that.” She came in all the way and sat on Damaris’s bed.
Since Jaclyn hadn’t been living in Whiskey River all that long, it didn’t surprise Damaris that she hadn’t heard all the news. “It’s Levi Chapman’s. You know, Whiskey River’s resident billionaire?”
