Her Bucking Bronc by Beth Williamson

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    “I promise you it’s delicious. I had one myself earlier.” Amber smiled. The girl was quite pretty, but she didn’t make his heart quicken. Not like the woman who’d made the pastry in his hand.
    “I’m sure they are. I’ve, ah, tasted her goodies.” As he spoke, his cheeks heated. He sure as hell had tasted her in more ways than one. A throb echoed through his body. He was caught, stuck in her sugary web, and he damn well knew it. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, there was something between them. It had sparked from the second they met.
    When she’d pulled a gun on him.
    With a chuckle he paid Amber and left the coffee place. He tore open the wax paper and devoured the bear claw in four bites, then set off for the jobsite, sure to find Hannah there.
    Her red truck was parked in his spot, as usual. He jumped out of the truck with his thermos in hand, eager to see her. He found her chatting with the men with her picnic basket in hand and a smile on her face.
    His stomach did a funny flip. This time he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t angry. He was desperate to kiss her.
    Then she spotted him and her smile widened. He had a hard time believing he was the reason. What he saw on her face was joy.
    His stomach flipped again.
    “Good morning, Dylan.” She pointed to his thermos. “I’ve got a treat to go with that coffee.”
    The men straightened up and more than one of them snickered or shot him a knowing grin. To his surprise, it didn’t bother him. They felt comfortable enough to tease him and he trusted them enough to take it. Tanger had some kind of magic.
    “Can I talk to you in the trailer?” He kept his voice neutral while inside his inner caveman was howling to be let loose.
    She handed the picnic basket to the man beside her. “Make sure everyone gets their fill, Mauricio. I’m counting on you.”
    The carpenter smiled—almost shyly, by damn—and took the basket from her. Hannah turned and walked toward him. He glared at the men, daring them to watch her ass, and they all turned their backs and started reaching for the pastries.
    His throat tightened as she approached him. Hannah was gorgeous in every sense of the word. Somehow over the last couple of weeks she’d lost the angry sharp edge she’d been carrying. This woman looked happy.
    She took his arm and held up a wax-paper-wrapped bear claw. “For you.”
    They walked together to the trailer. He unlocked it and gestured for her to precede him in. Dylan slipped in and flicked the lock behind his back. She sat down in what he was beginning to think of as her usual chair.
    “Are you going to eat that?”
    He set the thermos and the pastry on his desk. “Not yet. There’s something else I need to do first.”
    He pulled her to her feet and pulled her tight against him. The feel of her marvelous breasts against his chest made his dick hard in an instant. And she smelled wonderful, that lemony cookie scent he would always associate with Hannah.
    “Oh my.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Now what?”
    He growled in his throat and kissed her. She was tall enough he didn’t have to bend himself in half. No, she was the perfect height for him. Her lips were soft and lush and he reveled in the feel of them.
    Instead of losing himself in the force of lust for her, he dialed it back and took his time. Slow nibbles followed by swiping his tongue at the seam of her lips. Teasing him, teasing her.
    By the time their tongues found each other, his heart was hammering like a battle drum. He’d never had such a visceral reaction to a woman. By no means was he a man who didn’t get a hard-on when he kissed a woman, but this was beyond just having a stiff dick. He was consumed with every molecule of his body.
    He kissed his way across her jaw to her neck. Her scent surrounded him and he drank her in even as his hands cupped her spectacular ass. He pulled her against his throbbing cock, eager for more.
    “I, uh, wow, that feels