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plastered to her chest, clearly outlining her bare breasts. His body reacted swiftly and he groaned aloud. He had almost forgotten that she did not wear a bra.
    He’d scrutinized her after she’d tried on formal and casual dresses, slacks, blouses, skirts, shoes, and accessories, but he had given her complete privacy when she selected her intimate apparel.
    Gritting his teeth, he had hoped there would be at least
one
bra in the purchases scheduled for delivery at the Navarro residence later that evening.
    “Are you cold?” he asked her, unable to pull his gaze away from the outline of her dark areolas.
    Eve saw the direction of his gaze, and liquid fire ignited her face, spreading to her chest. His gaze traveled slowly upward over her face, then retraced its path down her body just as slowly.
    The tingling in the pit of her belly inched lower, becoming an intense, heated throbbing; a throbbing, raging force that spread and scorched the essence of her femininity.
    No!
she screamed inwardly. She couldn’t let it happen; she did not want a physical attraction between herself and Matt. This was a game they were playing and she wanted no memories once they separated.
    “No, I’m not cold,” she replied in a choked voice. Turning her head, she stared out the side window.
    Matt also glanced away, starting up the car. His features were deceptively composed as he tried not to concentrate on what was happening in his groin. His reaction to Eve was so swift, violent, and totally unexpected that he wanted to make love to her—right in the car!
    He wanted to taste her swollen nipples and kiss her sexy little mouth until she begged him to stop.
    But it would not happen, because he’d promised her uncle that he wouldn’t touch her. He would marry Eve, perhaps even share her bed, but would never consummate their union.
    “Why aren’t we going back to Alma’s?” Eve asked Matt as he maneuvered the car into his private parking space at El Moro’s underground garage. It was the first time she’d spoken since they left the
Zona Rosa
.
    He turned off the headlights and the ignition, not bothering to look at her. “The local roads are dangerous when it rains. We’ll stay here until it stops.”
    “I need dry clothes.”
    “You’ll get dry clothes.”
    She folded both hands on her damp hips. “From where?”
    Matt slipped from behind the wheel, came around the car, and opened her door. Reaching in, he helped her out. The tenuous rein on his temper snapped.
    “Why do you always have to question me, Eve? I told you I’d get you something to wear.”
    Her temper also ignited. “I question you because you bark demands as if I were a trained pet,
Mateo Arroyo
. You never ask or explain anything.”
    She was right. He did bark orders at her. It wasn’this style, but Eve had no way of knowing what she was doing to him. She didn’t know how difficult it was for him to pretend he felt nothing for her when just being with her disturbed him.
    There had been times earlier that afternoon when he actually enjoyed watching her emerge from the dressing rooms wearing dresses or gowns that flattered her figure. It filled him with pride when he noticed other men staring at the woman who was to become his wife.
    A little voice had taunted him, saying:
She belongs to me. She is mine. And only mine
. He didn’t know where the rush of possessiveness had come from. All he knew was that he wanted Eve Blackwell, and wanted her for more than the lust she summoned from him.
    “I live by my own set of rules, Eve,” he began in a hushed tone. “And because I do, I’ve managed to stay alive. I
will not
risk losing my life because you refuse to listen to me. You’re going to have to get out of the habit of being Daddy’s spoiled little princess. I—”
    “In order words, you want me to
obey
you,” she interrupted.
    He nodded slowly, a smile replacing his frown. “I think you’re beginning to understand me.”
    “What I understand is that