Tough to Tame by Diana Palmer

the hooks on her bra and loosened them with one quick motion of his hand. Then he found soft flesh and teased around it with such expertise that she squirmed backward to give him access.
    “Too quick?” he whispered against her mouth.
    “No,” she bit off, and arched her back.
    He smiled as his mouth covered hers once more, and his hand settled directly over the hard little nub that raised against his palm.
    After a few minutes, kissing was no longer enough. His hand moved in at the base of her spine and half lifted her against him, so that her belly ground against his in the rapt silence of the vehicle, broken only by the force of their audible breaths, and her soft moan. She could feel him wanting her. It had been exciting with Frank, but not like this. She wanted what Bentley wanted. She was on fire for him.
    He unfastened the buttons on his shirt and pulled her against him, so that her soft breasts ground against the hair-roughened muscles of his chest. His hand moved her hips against his in a slow, anguished rotation that made her moan louder.
    “Oh, God,” he bit off, shivering. “Cappie!”
    Her nails were scoring his back as she held on for dear life and began to shudder. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop!”
    “I’ve…got to!”
    He moved abruptly, pushing her back into her seat. He opened the door and got out of the Land Rover, standing with his back to her as he sucked in deep breaths and tried to regain the control he’d almost lost.
    Embarrassed, Cappie fumbled her bra closures into place and pulled her sweater down. She was still shaky. It had been a near thing. Thank goodness they were parked in her driveway instead of on some lonely road where there might not have been as much incentive to stop. Despite her passionate response to him, Cappie didn’t move with the times. Did he know that? Was he hoping for some brief fling? She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. Now, she reasoned with something like panic, he wouldn’t want to see her again, not if she said no. And either way, how was it going to affect her job? There was only one veterinary clinic in Jacobs County, and she worked for it. If she lost her job, she couldn’t get another, not in her field.
    While she was torturing herself with such thoughts, the door suddenly opened.
    “I know,” Bentley said in a strangely calm and amused tone, “you’re kicking yourself mentally fortaking advantage of me in a weak moment. But it’s okay. I’m used to women trying to ravish me.”
    She stared up at him wide-eyed and speechless. Of all the things she expected he might say, that was the last.
    “Come on, come on, you’re not going to get a second shot at me in the same night,” he teased. “I have my reputation to think of!”
    Her mind started working again, and she laughed with relief. She picked up her purse and scrambled out the door, her discarded coat over one arm.
    “Listen,” he said gently, “don’t start brooding. We got a little too involved, too quickly, but we’ll deal with it.”
    She hesitated. “I’m not, well, modern,” she blurted out.
    “Neither am I, honey,” he said softly.
    She could have melted into the ground at the husky endearment. She blushed.
    He bent and kissed her with tender respect. “I know what sort of woman you are,” he said gently. “I’m not going to push you into something you don’t want.”
    “Thanks.”
    “On the other hand, you have to make me a similar promise,” he pointed out. “I’m not going to keep dating you if I have to worry about being ravished every time I bring you home. I’m not that sort of man,’ he added haughtily.
    She grinned from ear to ear. “Okay.”
    He walked her to the door, smiling complacently. “I’ll see you at work Monday,” he said. He framed her face in his hands and looked at her for a long time. “Just when you think you’re safe,” he mused, “you jump headfirst into the tiger trap.”
    “You know, I was just thinking the