While he kissed and teased her neck and ear, his right hand moved down to her ankles and started its journey up the outside of her thigh. "Wow. The pa...tyhose is gone," he thought. "That's a good sign."Without objection, his hand moved all the way up her thigh, over her hip, waist and ribcage, and all the way to her shoulders as he gently rubbed her back. "Nothin' but skin," he thought. "God, she is amazing. The most gorgeous body in the world, and here it is in my arms."Tentatively, Tim moved. Sam suddenly lost sight of her man. She slowed her pace, puzzled, she looked around wondering where had disappeared to. She was just starting to think that maybe he had changed his mind and left when she felt a presence behind her. Without time to even turn around she felt a powerful hand grab her arm and pin in to her belly. Another hand covered her mouth muffling a scream.She felt a stubbled cheek pressed against her own cheek and heard a deep voice say "you are mine now whore" Sam felt her. But then the cowgirl smiled, too, as her gaze moved up and down over Marion's slim, sexy body.Marion was wearing a Stetson and boots and a wide belt with an eagle on the brass buckle. She had a saddle slung over her shoulder. Did she intend to ask Marion to go for a late night ride? Marion raised her eyebrows questioningly. "May I come in?" I'm not dressed," Marion said."I noticed," said Maisy. Her gaze roamed up and down again.Strangely enough, it made Marion tingle with excitement to have the. Please?’ she appealed. He nodded, a bit dazed. She took his arm and led him to a corner of the concourse away from the crowd for a scrap of privacy. It took all of her incredible will not to kiss him then, to feel the lips she had imagined so many thousands of times, but she steeled herself. Too much was riding on this conversation. ‘I took the chance that you might come to the game after all. I needed to see you, to be in the same space with you. I thought…’ and here her will began to fail.