The Sheriff and the Mayor by Starla Kaye

Maybe
she was PMSing. Perfect.
    He
groaned and walked back to her. “I’ll love you until they put me six feet
under.”
    She
relaxed at his quiet vow. Then he surprised her by reaching between her legs,
sliding a finger along her instantly aching lips. She shivered all over.
    “What
are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
    “Spread
your legs, Cassie Anne.” As she obeyed, he found her pulsing clit and lightly
pinched it, driving his middle finger inside her. “I want to give you something
to think about as you stand here when I leave.”
    Heat
spread through her, yearning. “Like when you sometimes say, ‘I’ll burn your
butt so you really have something to pout about?’”
    “Sort
of like that, yes,” he said huskily. “Only this will be better, more enjoyable
for you.”
    True
to his word, he brought her to climax in just a few strokes of his amazing
finger. While she shook from the force of it, panted, he pulled out and left
her barely able to remain standing.
    “Did
that help settle you down?” he asked from across the room by the doorway.
    “Yes,
oh yes,” she whispered on a tremble.
    He sucked
in an unsteady breath. “I really wish I could hang around, but I can’t.
Really.” He hesitated. “But I’m looking forward to Wednesday.” And then he was
gone.
    She
put her head to the corner and thought about the man she loved with all her
heart. If only she could give him what he wanted….
    Wait! She hadn’t told him about Wednesday!
    Darn,
darn, darn . Maybe she’d spend the
rest of the day in this corner, try to come up with a way to either soften the
blow to Dalton…or find a way to tell Rachel she couldn’t meet that day. Both
were going to be disappointed with her. Darn!

Chapter Four
     
    Cassie
sat in her car in the crowded parking lot of the First Baptist Church for
several minutes, debating whether or not to actually go inside. She and Dalton
didn’t come every week, but she hadn’t been here without him in … well, since
they’d become a couple. It felt strange to be here alone. But he’d been busy at
the ranch and had no time for church, her, or anything beyond his ranch chores
this weekend.
    She
frowned in annoyance, but quickly shoved that emotion away. They both led
hectic lives, had responsibilities. She could survive a weekend without him.
Except he’d come to see her yesterday, so she wasn’t completely not seeing him this weekend. His surprise visit had been both good and bad. She’d
relived the “good” moments in the shower over and over last night. And, oh yes,
some of them had been very good. But she’d avoided thinking about the
“bad” moments or how their time together had ended.
    She’d
woken up frustrated, for a number of reasons. It had been too long—okay, only a
couple of days— since she’d woken up in his arms. There was no better way to
start a day, in her totally biased opinion. Restless, she’d decided to come
here. But now she wasn’t sure about her decision. It just felt wrong. Maybe she
should go back home and work on finishing up her bedroom. Or she could…
    Someone
tapped on the passenger window.
    She
gasped in surprise, heart pounding. As she recovered, she found Rachel smiling
at her and lowered the window. “You about scared me to death.”
    “Sorry.
I was just glad to see you. I wasn’t sure you would come today without Dalton,”
Rachel said.
    The
chance to escape—that was a bad way of putting it, she supposed—was gone.
Cassie forced a smile. “I should have stayed home and worked on the bedroom.
It’s still something of a mess. Or I should have finished up another painting
for the showing.” Why was she babbling? She drew in a steadying breath. “But I
was feeling kind of antsy this morning. Guess I’m missing him. So here I am.”
    Rachel
stepped away; looking all pretty and perfect in what Cassie thought was a new
dress. Maybe she needed to work in time to go shopping for some new clothes.
That had never been a high