“What?” she gasped, scooting away from Dan. “What do you mean, no reservoir?”

Mistake, he thought. He shouldn’t have tried to mix business with what had been an unabashed pleasure up to that point. “I’m going to bring my engineer up here in a few weeks.” She stopped scooting, her eyes trained on him with a laserlike focus. At least he had her undivided attention. “I’ve been studying the plans. We could do a run-of-river dam.”

She sucked in air like it was going out of style. Then she sprang to her feet, hovering between backing up some more and maybe grabbing him by his lapels and shaking him senseless. “We could do a what?”

“A run-of-river couldn’t store electricity for when the river’s low, but it wouldn’t require a reservoir. The difference is only a few thousand—way less than Cecil’s spent on lawyers the last few years.” He stood, but slowly. He didn’t want to spook her—any more than he’d already spooked her.

“You—the dam—no?” She spun around, stalked off into the darkness, and was back in the circle of light in a heartbeat. “We?”

As the firelight danced over the flustered planes of her face, his mind flashed back to the sex. She’d lost all control—he’d seen her do it twice now. Her mouth ran a mile a minute when it happened, good or bad. This? This was good. She had one hand over her heart, the other waving in his general direction. Way more than half an hour had passed, and he couldn’t wait to get her good and flustered all over again.

“I’m not makin’ any promises—I’ve got to get Jimmy up here to look it over—but it’s possible. That’s all.” He took her hand and pulled her into his arms. Man, she just fit, all warm and soft and sweet.

“No flooding?” He could feel her heart racing against his chest.

He shook his head. “I don’t trust Cecil’s engineering firm any more than I trust Cecil. They’ve got to have an ulterior motive for pushing the reservoir, but I don’t know what it is.”

“Dan—you mean it? No dam?”

“I didn’t say that. I said maybe no reservoir. Look,” he said, taking her face in his hands. “This is Cecil’s deal—but it’s still my company, and the company has sunk a lot of money into this. I can’t afford to walk away from the deal.”

He could see the wheels in her mind spinning. His own wheels were picking up speed. A lot of things had to go right—like wrestling control of this project, and eventually the company, away from Cecil, for starters—but he’d spent his every waking moment for the past few weeks either being near Rosebud or thinking about being near her. She didn’t make it easy on him, but somehow, being with her was the kind of difficult that a man could get used to.

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The only sound she made was a small squeak.

Not just any woman would consider run-of-river dams foreplay. But if he’d learned anything, it was that Rosebud wasn’t just any woman. He tightened his arms around her, enjoying the way she rubbed against him as he leaned down to kiss her. “Yeah, I thought that’s what you’d say.”

Her honey sweetness was tempered with chocolate this time, and it only made him want to kiss her more. She ran her hands over his five o’clock shadow as she licked his lips. Oh, yeah, the half hour was up, and so was he. He growled in satisfaction as she ground her hips against him. Already he had her shirt half-off, but he couldn’t make the move toward the bed. That damned thing was just too loud.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” she said as she whipped his shirt over his head and pushed him back down toward the blanket. The cool night air just made him want to get warm the old-fashioned way.

He dug another condom out of his back pocket before he lost his pants again. Man, but she was fast with those buttons. “Yeah?” Her mouth was running. This was going to be good.

“After that first kiss—you and me—by the river—dreaming,” she repeated.

She pushed him down to the ground, and with an agonizingly slow pace, undid her jeans. In the firelight, the peaks of her nipples gleamed like rubbed copper. Her hips swiveled as she worked them free of her jeans, and then she undid her braid. Her hair fell free around her in loose waves. She jutted out that chin and squared her shoulders, showing none of that typical self-consciousness that always had women turning out lights or wrapping up in robes. No, she was a proud Indian princess, and she’d brought the cowboy to his knees.

“Damn, darlin’.” Her mouth might be going, but his was freezing up. All he could do was stare and wait for her.

As she lowered herself onto him, her wetness surrounding everything he had to offer her, she scraped her breasts over his stubble and groaned.

The sound of her making love to him was enough to send him right over the edge all by itself. The first time he’d been with a woman who liked it loud had been like his very first time all over again. Something about a woman who didn’t hold back drove him wild. “You like that?” Because if she was driving him wild, he wanted to make damn sure she came driving with him.

“Oh, yeah.” She arched her back, thrusting those all-natural beauties into his face. Her hair pooled down behind her, covering them both in a blanket of black silk. “So good. So— Oh!”

His mouth fastened to her nipple, Dan couldn’t help but smile as she bucked so hard he had to grab her around the waist to keep her from falling off him. Holding her to him with one hand, he sucked as hard as he could on one breast and let his fingers do the tugging on the other.

Her hands grabbed his hair and held on. Her nipples were rock hard in his mouth, and each pass of his tongue or his teeth or his stubble—especially his stubble—upped her volume. Finally, Dan couldn’t take it anymore. He had to come, and he had to come right now. He grabbed her hips and pumped in as hard and as fast as he could, the sounds of her screaming his name into the wide-open night putting him in a place he’d only just glimpsed before. Her noise—her pleasure—blotted out everything else, even the coppery glow of her skin. All he could see and feel, taste and touch, was the sound of what he was doing to her.

He couldn’t remember ever coming as hard as she made him come.

By the time the rest of his senses caught up with him, she had her head buried into the crook of his neck. She was sort of moaning, sort of whimpering, but the meaning was the same.

“Yeah.” Which was not some of his better pillow talk, but it was all he had left. “Me, too.”

He didn’t want to let her go, but the night air came down hard on them now that they weren’t actively keeping it away. Moving wasn’t easy. He was six kinds of tired, and at least that many kinds of satisfied. By the time he got the fire out, she’d pulled the mattress to the floor and curled up in the bed.

“A woman after my own heart.” Exhaustion clawed at him as he crawled in next to her. Tiffany had never stayed the night—her choice. Staying meant a more permanent thing, she’d told him once, and Dan could never do permanent. She’d been right—then.

Now?

Rosebud snuggled up against his side—she didn’t have much of a choice, the bed wasn’t that big—and draped a leg over his. Now, this close tangle of legs and arms and skin seemed more permanent than anything he’d ever felt for a woman.

“You never answered the question.” Her voice managed to beat back the sleepy darkness, but just barely.

“What question?”

“What are you going to do with me?”

More permanent, he thought, finding her fingers and lacing them with his. Sleep could not be denied much longer, but he didn’t want to leave her hanging. “I’m thinking about keeping you.”

By the time Sunday rolled around, Dan was doing a lot more thinking. Sure, he’d gone camping plenty of times—but he couldn’t remember ever liking it as much as he did with Rosebud around. Maybe it was because he hadn’t gone camping since he’d taken control of the petroleum division ten years ago—it was hard to pitch a tent in a tie. Maybe it was because she liked the stuff he liked—riding the horses after breakfast, taking a skinny dip in the afternoon and cuddling by the campfire at night. Maybe it was because they made sweet, sleepy love in the morning and had screaming hot sex by moonlight. Maybe it was because she couldn’t roast a marshmallow if her life depended on it. Whatever it was, by the time they packed up and headed out, he was already figuring out the plans for next weekend.

“We should take a different route,” he said when they got back to where the Bonneau Creek fed into the Dakota.

“Why?” She kept close to him—not close enough to crowd the horses, but close enough that he could still reach out and touch her arm.

“Because—” His brain bit back the words I might be followed before they got all the way out.

“Dan,” she said, and he knew by the tone of her voice that he hadn’t been fast enough. “Why do we need to take a different route?”

At least the weekend had already been great. He wouldn’t ruin the whole thing now. “Do you know who Shane Thrasher is?”

“No.” He swore that, even though they were still riding, she froze. “Should I?”

Damn his big mouth. She’d gotten him all relaxed and comfortable, and this was what popped out. “He’s Cecil’s ‘head of security,’” he said, using air quotes. “And he’s half Crow.”

She sucked in air hard, but managed to keep her game face on. He didn’t like her game face. He liked her real face. “And he’s tailing—you? Me? Us?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s possible he’s tailing me. I haven’t seen any other tracks, so I’m sure he hasn’t found our cabin.” Given the way she was getting all splotchy on him over there, he’d better be damn sure, but he’d checked around the campsite every time they left and every time they came back, and had seen no signs of anyone or thing. No cigarette butts. Not even a questionable hoofprint. “Better safe than sorry, though. I don’t want him to find our place.”

They rode north for a little bit before they came to a wide spot in the river. When he turned Smokey into the water, Rosebud finally spoke up. “You’re scaring me.”

He shot her a confused look. “It’s real shallow here. I’ve come this way twice. Won’t even get your boots wet.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She looked over her shoulder, and he saw the fear. “What if…”

“No one saw us. No one will see us,” he promised, suddenly wishing he’d checked a little more thoroughly. All that screaming… “And I won’t let anyone scare you. That’s a promise, Rosebud.” She gave him a worried smile, one that said she wasn’t really convinced. “I mean it. Anyone messes with you, and I’ll shoot them myself.”

She took another long look around, but the river valley was the same wild, untouched place it had been before he’d been dumb enough to bring up Thrasher. “That won’t be necessary,” she finally said as they crossed the river. “I can take care of myself.”

That all-business tone of voice was what worried him the most. “Will you still come away with me next weekend?”

She looked to the heavens, as if that was where the answer lay. “I shouldn’t.” His heart dropped a pained notch or two, but then she sighed and added, “If we leave real early Saturday morning, no one will know where we went.”

“Darlin,’ I’ll go anywhere, anytime, as long as I’m with you.”

She twisted in the saddle and shot him a look that was a whole lot of knowing and a little bit of longing. He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t.

She just rode away from him. He had to hurry to catch up.