But when she meets a tall, dark and sexy Native American man named Kane, Ana can't take her eyes off himor stop thinking about him. But she'd better. Everyone knows the proud Lakota who raises horses wants nothing to do with a townie barmaid who'll bring shame to his people.
Except Kane can't get Ana off his mind. He proposes a red-hot weekend in bed, a no-strings affair to end Monday morning. Yet once Kane brings the outsider onto Lakota land, everything changes...
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The warm shimmer of desire grew stronger the longer the man leaning against the truck stared her wayleaving Ana Reynold's legs weak, her face heated and her insides tumbling. She dared not break eye contact with him. What if she never experienced this phenomenon again in her life?
A stranger in her rather predictable life, he stood out from the other men at the construction site. She sighed in pure female adoration. Despite how hard he'd worked all day, he'd directed his attention to her without speaking a word.
His long black hair hung to the middle of his back, showing his Native American heritage. Highlights in the rich, dark color mixed in such a natural way any woman would pay a week's paycheck to have the same hairstyle.
Even with half of his face curtained, he seemed to soak up every detail about her. As if hearing her thoughts, he brushed the tendrils blocking his view and stared right at her. She smothered a moan. His interest pleased her, scared her and fascinated her all at the same time.
Shirtless and glistening, his chest was solid, hairless and oh-so-sexy. He must've stood six feet two inches without the boots, taller, bigger and more powerful than the other men around him. She licked her bottom lip. Why he showed her the least bit of attention confused her but sent her imagination running wild.
Earlier, she'd brushed against him going through the crowd. Her head had barely come to his collarbone. She shivered. It had taken all her self-control not to lean into him, press her cheek to his chest and enjoy the firmness of a male body.
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She had no right to dream about what it would be like to experience his fingers roaming over her skin. She curled her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. He was out of her league in more ways than one. He belonged with someone equally as beautiful and sophisticated. Not her. She was a part-time barmaid who rarely paid someone else to cut her hair and wore second-hand clothes. Plus, she only had enough sexual experiences to hold up two fingers. Oh sure, she talked big, but deep down she wasn't one to throw caution to the wind and spread her wings.
In her experience, men came in two types: the kind who tried too hard to impress her and the other sort who oozed calm confidence not meant to draw attention. Unfortunately, the more secure they were, the more she let her fear of rejection hold her back.
Besides, he must come from the reservation. Lakota men were known to be picky about keeping with their own kind. She'd never stand a chance with him.
"Looks like the men are taking a break. Why don't you take a round of beer over, and then we'll clean up." Chum, the owner of the bar where she worked, passed her a tray laden with Dixie cups filled with the cheapest beer he carried.
She glanced into the back of Chum's truck, took the drinks and carried them across the yard. Her thoughts jumbled as if she had just woken up from a nap after pulling an all-nighter. Not allowing herself to peek and find out if Mr. Gorgeous still watched, she kept her chin tucked and made her way over to the others.
"There's our gal." Buck relieved her of one beer and motioned to the other guys to come over. "Drink up, men. Work's over for the day, and Chum left us a keg. We'll have us a real party."