Rancher Untamed. Katherine Garbera

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      “You have such a big family...like the Carutherses. Is that a Texas thing?” she asked.

      He had to laugh. “Well, they do say everything is bigger here. The families in Cole’s Hill certainly are.”

      “I guess that’s true,” she said. “I do like this area of Texas. So lush and pretty with the green rolling hills. I mean, it’s a bit of a stretch, but it does remind me of our country houses in England.”

      “Country houses?” he asked.

      She shrugged. “You know, big old Georgian mansions that have been in one family forever.”

      “Then why are you here in Texas and not with your family?” he asked. “Sounds like legacy is important to you.”

      “It is and it isn’t,” she said. “This champagne is really good.”

      He knew she was changing the subject and he was tempted to let her do it. But the moon was full, and she’d claimed him for her own, at least for this night, and that meant he had nothing to lose.

      “It is good, but what did you mean about your family legacy?” he asked. “You don’t have to tell me, but I want to know everything there is about you, Pippa... I don’t even know your last name.”

      “Do you need to?” she asked.

      “If I’m going to kiss you again, I think I might want to know it,” he said. “It’s only fair. You know mine.”

      * * *

      She was nervous to let him know her last name. It was silly. She’d reached out to her cousins and the board of directors to let them know she was very much alive and ready to claim her seat on the board. Yet here in the moonlight standing so close to Diego, she knew that she didn’t want to tell him, because if he knew she was the House of Hamilton jewelry heiress it would change the dynamic.

      He thought she was a nanny—

      “Is it really that hard to trust me?” he asked.

      “Yes. I’ve been keeping my identity secret for so long that I... Sorry, it’s not you. It really is me,” she said.

      “Why are you hiding it?” he asked.

      His voice was silky smooth, wrapping around her senses and making it hard to concentrate. “My father has a plan for my future and I want to choose my own path.”

      “Fair enough,” he said. “So you are on the run?”

      “Yes.”

      He came to stand next to her, leaning against the railing so they were facing the river rock exterior of the Five Families Country Club. “Then just be Pippa for tonight. I promise you have nothing to fear from me.”

      She reached out without really thinking about it, put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. “I know.”

      But the electric tingle that ran up her arm made her wonder if she was close to getting in over her head. She wanted Diego. That wasn’t a surprise. She’d been dodging him in town and trying to limit their contact for that very reason. It was one thing to hook up for a night but something else entirely to start anything with him knowing she was leaving.

      And she was going to have to work really hard to prove herself once she was back in England. She wouldn’t have time for anything else.

      She groaned.

      He turned his head to face her and in those deep brown eyes she saw desire. He quirked one eyebrow at her and she felt the brush of his exhalation against her cheek. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne and the outdoors. She closed her eyes and took a deeper breath. He smelled like everything she wanted. And tonight he was hers.

      She had made a few missteps. Talking about herself and her past. She needed to keep those things quiet.

      She opened her eyes and he was still staring at her.

      Without saying a word she lifted her hand and ran it over the light stubble on his jaw. It abraded the skin of her fingers, but in a pleasant way. She ran her finger back and forth, and he caught his breath as his pupils dilated.

      He reached out and touched her face in return, sending chills spreading down her neck and arms. Her breasts felt fuller and she felt the hot pulse of desire between her legs.

      She wanted him.

      Her lips parted, and he slowly cupped the side of her face with his fingers, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. The sensations intensified, spreading through her body in sync with her heartbeat.

      She mirrored his gesture. He had a strong-looking mouth, but it was soft to the touch. And his breath when he exhaled was soft and warm. He’d kissed her twice, but both times had been restrained because there’d been so many people around. This time they were wrapped in a cocoon of intimacy with only the moon and stars to witness their closeness.

      And that made this feel more real.

      It wasn’t just that he’d asked her for honesty and she’d changed the subject. It was that he wasn’t deterred by her half-truths and evasions. He wanted her, she thought again. Just her.

      Pippa.

      She didn’t need the Hamilton fortune or her family connections for him to see the woman she was and be attracted to her, and that felt...well, like something she’d never expected to find.

      He leaned forward and she removed her fingers from his lips, putting her hands on either side of his face. She needed to do this. He’d kissed her before, but she wanted to be the one kissing him.

      She needed this for herself and the self-doubt that had driven her from the only world she’d ever known. In a way, kissing Diego was her way of reclaiming the parts of herself she hadn’t meant to discard along the way.

      Reclaiming her womanhood.

      She wasn’t the nanny or a runaway or even the key to the Hamilton-Hoff future. She was just Pippa.

      “Diego.” She whispered just his name as their lips brushed.

      He caressed her, his fingers lightly wrapping around the back of her neck, one of them brushing the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her eyes were half-closed as her lips met his, and she felt his power. But it was tempered. He was letting her take what she wanted from him.

      She parted her own lips and felt the heat of his mouth against hers as her tongue darted out and she tasted him. Just one little taste of this cowboy on this big Texas night would be enough to satisfy her.

       Not.

       Oh, my God, definitely not.

      She thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth for a better taste of him. He tipped his head to give her greater access and she leaned in closer, felt her breasts brush against his chest. His hand on her neck was still light, but the pattern with his finger was driving her forward. Increasing that need to have more of him. To taste more of him.

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