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me. Killing you.”
She had no idea why she was baiting him. Except it was giving her a rush she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I wouldn’t have left you,” he said. “I’d have carried you out.”
“Yeah, that was con number one.”
“What were the others?”
“Having you hold me again.”
“Again? What—” He gritted his teeth as his cell phone vibrated. “Search and Rescue.” He looked at her as he dropped his pack. “I have to take this.”
“So take it.”
“If you take off on me, I’l find you and I’ll—”
She arched a brow, having no idea why the words sent a dark thrill through her instead of sparking her temper. Probably the aforementioned lack of orgasms. “And?”
“And…Jesus. Just stay,” he commanded. “Or I’ll…something.”
It was a desperate, empty threat, and worse, they both knew it.
TJ had to move back down the steep, narrow path about fifty yards to get clear enough reception for his cell conversation. The Search and Rescue team was shorthanded, so he agreed to be on call for the next two days. He then made his way back to where he’d left Harley, holding his breath.
She’d dropped her pack and was sitting on a rock, eating an apple. She laughed at the expression on his face.
Laughed.
He supposed it shouldn’t turn him on to be standing there while she mocked him, but it was Harley. She’d been turning him on, upside down, and every other possible way for so damn long, he was at a loss as to whether he wanted to strangle her or kiss her.
She looked up then and met his gaze, seeming to read it perfectly, because her own went bright with intelligence and wit, and something else.
Awareness.
In that beat he knew exactly what he wanted from her, and it would only start with a kiss. Walking right up to her, he pulled her to her feet, tugging hard enough that she hit his chest with a little
“oomph.” He stared down into her face, so close to his. The grimness of her mouth conveyed annoyance rather than the easy amusement she wanted him to believe she felt.
She was pissed.
Well, get in line, because he was pissed first. She had no reason for not wanting help this weekend, and it scared him. All the things that could happen to her scared him. “You let me think you needed privacy, and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker.”
“Yeah, you should really work on that.”
He just stared at her.
She opened her mouth to say something, probably to rip him a new one, but then she seemed to realize that they were practically in each other’s arms, and suddenly her arms wound around his neck.
Worked for him. He gripped her hips hard.
She stared at his mouth. “God, TJ. You make me so…”
“Yeah.” His arms tightened on her. “Ditto.” And then, even as he said it, she shifted her body to his and he felt his frustration and anger melt into something far more dangerous. “Harley.”
Her eyes were twin pools of ravenous hunger. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help it, he groaned and bent his head, until their lips were gently, almost sweetly touching.
“This is insane,” she whispered in one beat, and in the next they were kissing, hard and wet, and just a little bit desperate.
She moaned her pleasure into his mouth and then sank her fingers into his hair and let out a soft, sexy, demanding little mewl. He shifted so he could press her back against a tree, freeing up his hands to thread into her hair, to draw her in deeper.
Jesus. He was out of control, unaware of their surroundings, completely gone, lost in her, until two loud birds squawked at each other right over their heads, fighting over something. Harley jumped and pulled back, slipping down the tree trunk a few inches as if her knees had gone to Jell-O before she locked them into place.
He took his hands from her and braced them on the tree, on either side of her shoulders, as he tried to draw air into his lungs and tighten the tenuous grip on his
She had no idea why she was baiting him. Except it was giving her a rush she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I wouldn’t have left you,” he said. “I’d have carried you out.”
“Yeah, that was con number one.”
“What were the others?”
“Having you hold me again.”
“Again? What—” He gritted his teeth as his cell phone vibrated. “Search and Rescue.” He looked at her as he dropped his pack. “I have to take this.”
“So take it.”
“If you take off on me, I’l find you and I’ll—”
She arched a brow, having no idea why the words sent a dark thrill through her instead of sparking her temper. Probably the aforementioned lack of orgasms. “And?”
“And…Jesus. Just stay,” he commanded. “Or I’ll…something.”
It was a desperate, empty threat, and worse, they both knew it.
TJ had to move back down the steep, narrow path about fifty yards to get clear enough reception for his cell conversation. The Search and Rescue team was shorthanded, so he agreed to be on call for the next two days. He then made his way back to where he’d left Harley, holding his breath.
She’d dropped her pack and was sitting on a rock, eating an apple. She laughed at the expression on his face.
Laughed.
He supposed it shouldn’t turn him on to be standing there while she mocked him, but it was Harley. She’d been turning him on, upside down, and every other possible way for so damn long, he was at a loss as to whether he wanted to strangle her or kiss her.
She looked up then and met his gaze, seeming to read it perfectly, because her own went bright with intelligence and wit, and something else.
Awareness.
In that beat he knew exactly what he wanted from her, and it would only start with a kiss. Walking right up to her, he pulled her to her feet, tugging hard enough that she hit his chest with a little
“oomph.” He stared down into her face, so close to his. The grimness of her mouth conveyed annoyance rather than the easy amusement she wanted him to believe she felt.
She was pissed.
Well, get in line, because he was pissed first. She had no reason for not wanting help this weekend, and it scared him. All the things that could happen to her scared him. “You let me think you needed privacy, and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker.”
“Yeah, you should really work on that.”
He just stared at her.
She opened her mouth to say something, probably to rip him a new one, but then she seemed to realize that they were practically in each other’s arms, and suddenly her arms wound around his neck.
Worked for him. He gripped her hips hard.
She stared at his mouth. “God, TJ. You make me so…”
“Yeah.” His arms tightened on her. “Ditto.” And then, even as he said it, she shifted her body to his and he felt his frustration and anger melt into something far more dangerous. “Harley.”
Her eyes were twin pools of ravenous hunger. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help it, he groaned and bent his head, until their lips were gently, almost sweetly touching.
“This is insane,” she whispered in one beat, and in the next they were kissing, hard and wet, and just a little bit desperate.
She moaned her pleasure into his mouth and then sank her fingers into his hair and let out a soft, sexy, demanding little mewl. He shifted so he could press her back against a tree, freeing up his hands to thread into her hair, to draw her in deeper.
Jesus. He was out of control, unaware of their surroundings, completely gone, lost in her, until two loud birds squawked at each other right over their heads, fighting over something. Harley jumped and pulled back, slipping down the tree trunk a few inches as if her knees had gone to Jell-O before she locked them into place.
He took his hands from her and braced them on the tree, on either side of her shoulders, as he tried to draw air into his lungs and tighten the tenuous grip on his
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