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chin, to the soft round curve of her
buttocks, which right now were pressing up against the wide, hard ridge of his
rock-hard penis. She let out a shuddering breath.
    “Ethan,
please, there are things you don’t know.”
    “You
told me everything I needed to know last night. You want me, Lise. Your entire
body is crying out for mine. I can feel it, baby.”
    “I
can’t deny it, but I am begging you to please, please back up.” He did as she
asked, he backed up an inch or two and she made her escape. She stepped about
three feet away and turned around. Her breathing was ragged. His face was
unreadable.
    He
decided not to press her. She looked as if she were about to snap. “So, you
wrote all night?” He watched her with hooded eyes. “Do you do that often?”
    “Sometimes.
I came here because I was experiencing a pretty bad case of writer’s block. My
editor, Cecile, recommended your B&B for its restful atmosphere and
beautiful scenery. She thought I might be inspired here.” She climbed up onto a
barstool and flipped on the coffee pot she had prepared the night before. “Join
me, please. If you have time.” She was playing with fire here, she knew, but
she craved the warmth the flames provided.
    He
accepted her invitation, but he moved the stool close enough so when he sat on
it, his leg touched hers. “And were you…inspired, I mean?” He laid his hand
next to hers on the bar and let his little finger reach out to lightly rub the
edge of her hand. It was the most innocent of caresses, yet it caused goose
bumps to rise up over much of her body. The coffee pot beeped its status and
she answered its call, rising quickly and gathering mugs from the cabinet and
cream from the refrigerator.
    “Yes,
I guess I was. I probably wrote forty pages last night.”
    “What
kind of books did you say you wrote?”
    Time
to change the subject. She didn’t know how to deal with his aversion to romance
writers, so the longer she avoided it the better. “Do you still want to go out
with me for dinner tonight?”
    Her
question caught him off guard. “But of course,” he readily answered. She poured
his mug full of coffee and took the cloth covering off the tray.
    “Oh,
wow!” she rejoiced over cinnamon rolls and raisin muffins. He smiled. If food
could still excite her, he knew he had a chance.
    “Where
would you like to go on our date?” She almost choked on a bite of muffin. She
hadn’t thought of it as a date, after all they had never actually gone out on a
date before. She had never been alone with him in a vehicle or sat beside him
in a public place, their only time together had been at a campsite on Lake
Travis for eight glorious nights of lovemaking.
    “Lone-star
Lane, maybe.” She suggested a great local restaurant on the drag by the
university.
    “Lone-star
has good food, but absolutely no atmosphere. Pick some place more romantic,
sweetheart.” His knee made contact with hers. The heat was intense.
    “Ethan,
I’ve never been to a romantic restaurant in Austin.” Or anywhere else.
    “No?”
He looked at her with disbelief. “During your time in Austin, you were never
taken to a dark, romantic restaurant where your boyfriend could steal kisses
and run his hand up your thigh, like this?”
    Before
she realized it, he had his hand under her gown and warm strong fingers were
massaging her upper thigh. Another inch or two and he would encounter a scar. She
placed her hand over his, effectively blocking his forward progress. “No,
Ethan. If you want to go to a restaurant like that, you’ll have to select it
yourself.” He let her hold his hand through her gown.
    “All
right, I can do that.” The fingers of his hand began to move over her smooth,
warm skin. “So soft, you are so soft, baby,” he closed his eyes and enjoyed the
tactile sensation of his skin on hers.
    “Ethan,
if we are going to have a good time tonight. I need to go back to bed.” It was
true, but what she really needed to do was put