Black Hills

drink. She tried on the sultry look she’d practiced in the mirror. “One mile up, one mile back.” Smiling, she traced a finger down his throat, moved in a little closer. “It’s a straight shot, and . . . I’ll make it worth your while.”
    His eyes narrowed. “What’re you doing?”
    She cocked her head. “If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right.”
    He didn’t step back; she didn’t move the hand that rested lightly on his chest. His heartbeat speeded up a little. Surely that was a good sign.
    “You need to be careful how you come on to guys, Lil. They’re not all me.”
    “You’re the only one I’m coming on to.”
    Temper—hardly the reaction she’d been after—lit in his eyes. “I’m not your practice dummy.”
    “I wasn’t practicing. But I guess you’re not interested.” With a shrug, she set the Coke on the seat of the bike. “Thanks for the lesson.” Insulted, embarrassed, she started for the first cattle gate.
    She supposed he just went for city girls, with their city ways. Mr. New York City. Well, that was fine, that was just fine, she didn’t need him to—
    His hand gripped her arm, and he spun her around so fast her body plowed into his. Temper sparked off him just as it did her.
    “What the hell’s wrong with you?” he demanded.
    “What the hell’s wrong with you ? You don’t trust me to drive your stupid bike for a couple of miles, you don’t want to kiss me. You act like I’m still nine years old. If you’re not interested that way, then you should just say so instead of—”
    He yanked her up to her toes, and his mouth was on hers. So hard, so fast. Nothing like the others, she thought, dizzy. Nothing like the other boys.
    His lips were hot, his tongue quick. Something inside her went loose, as if a knot gave way, and every inch of her—inside and out—flashed with light, with heat.
    It felt as if her heart would beat its way right out of her chest.
    She shoved him back, trying to catch her breath. “Wait a minute, wait a minute.”
    Everything went bright and sharp. Dazzling. Who needed to breathe, she thought, and leaped back into his arms with a force that knocked them both to the ground.
    She stopped his heart. He’d have sworn it stopped beating when he’d gone crazy and kissed her. For that instant, it had been like death—and then everything blasted back to life.
    Now, somehow, he was rolling with her on the dirt road, over the prickly grass on its edge. He was hard, brutally hard, so when she pressed her hips up, pressed against him, he groaned in pleasure and torment.
    “Does it hurt? What does it feel like?” Her words tore on ragged breaths. “Let me feel—”
    “Jesus. Don’t.” He gripped her hand and pulled it back from its sudden and fierce exploration. Another minute of that and he knew he’d go off, and embarrass them both.
    He pushed back to sit on the old road with his heart knocking between his ears. “What are we doing?”
    “You wanted to kiss me.” She sat up with him. Her eyes were huge, deep and dark. “You want more.”
    “Look, Lil—”
    “So do I. You’re going to be my first.” She smiled as he stared at her. “It’ll be right with you. I’ve been waiting until I knew it’d be right.”
    Something, she thought it might be panic, streaked across his face. “That’s not something you can take back once it’s done.”
    “You want me. I want you back. We’ll figure it out.” She leaned forward, laid her lips gently, experimentally on his. “I liked the way you kissed me, so we’ll figure it out.”
    He shook his head, and the panic turned into a kind of baffled amusement. “I’m supposed to be the one talking you into having sex.”
    “You couldn’t talk me into anything if I didn’t want it.”
    “That’s for damn sure.”
    She smiled again, started to lean her head on his shoulder. And was on her feet in a flash. “Oh, God, look at the sky. Look north.”
    It boiled. Coop pushed to his feet to grab her hand. “Let’s get inside.”
    “It’s miles off. Miles. It’s going to spawn though. It’s—There!”
    The funnel whirled out of the churning mass, twisting its way to the ground like a deadly black finger. “My grandparents.”
    “No, it’s miles off, and it’s heading west, heading to Wyoming. We’ve barely even got wind here.”
    “They can turn.” As he spoke he saw it simply eat through a line of trees.
    “Yeah, but it’s not. It won’t. Look, look, Coop, can