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scarves, a man's heavy-buckled leather belt wrapped twice around her waist and a crown of daisies in her hair. What game had her imagination conjured? One, he supposed, to entertain the lonely child she'd been.
Though Cilla was all grown up now, she still retained a decided innocence factor. And he was in the kind of business that jaded a man early...meaning they were not a good match—even a temporary one.
Except, exactly how innocent could Cilla really be? Just like him, she'd grown up around the Lemons and that meant she'd been exposed to a lot more than most women of any age...
Which might also go a long way to explaining her inability to relax when it came to sex.
Certain she was nowhere in the house, he took a stroll through the grounds. He should probably spend his time searching for the box that Gwen had willed to him, but his mind was on his housemate instead. As he approached the pool, he heard the wet splish of someone moving through the water. His hand on the gate leading to the deck, he stopped, arrested by the sight of Cilla swimming. She wore a one-piece suit that clung to the curves and hollows of her body. As she was moving away from him, arm-over-arm in a front crawl stroke, he could appreciate the flare of her hips and the cute roundness of her rump. But when she flipped and headed in his direction, he started forward, spurred by the suit's blue hue.
How her lips nearly matched its color.
As she reached the shallow end, he bent to catch one wrist. Sputtering, she looked up and he caught the other, hauling her from the pool and onto the deck in one move.
She blinked at him, her lashes spiked, her eyes wide. "Hey—"
"Hey nothing." He dragged her toward a lounge where he spied a long terry robe. With efficient movements, he bundled her into it, then took up a towel and started blotting at her hair. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"Um, swimming?" Her teeth began to chatter and a shiver ran through her body that he could detect even beneath the thick robe.
Shaking his head, he rubbed her hair more briskly. "The pool temp is fifty-seven degrees. I checked it yesterday."
"So?" She tried grabbing the towel, but he caught her wrists in one hand and held them down while he continued getting the moisture from her hair with the other. "Ren!"
He ignored her protest. "You are a silly woman."
With a wild movement of her arms, she broke free of him. Then she caught the towel and ripped it from his hands to hang around her neck. The rest of her might have been cold, but her glare was molten. "Do you mind?"
He glared right back. "I mind you freezing on my watch."
"Have you thought that's maybe what I wanted?" she yelled. "That maybe I was trying to freeze my brain?"
"Why the hell would you do that?"
"So I could stop thinking about what happened last night, okay? So I wouldn't remember what an idiot I made of myself with my overshare." She turned on one bare foot and stomped off in the direction of Gwen's.
Ren watched her for a moment, and though she was covered in yards of thick fabric, something about the way her cute ass twitched as she hurried off made his blood rush south. Like he was led by a chain, he followed in her wake, bemused by his own reaction and the sense of inevitability swamping him.
She glanced over her shoulder, and that swift look of apprehension only caused him to quicken his footsteps. He'd always known he was a very bad man.
As she reached the door to Gwen's, so did he, and he pulled it open before she could. With a shrug she swept over the threshold and he had to swallow his laugh. Clearly she was nervous now, and it only served to make the predator in him more keen for her.
Yeah. Bad Ren.
With him at her heels, she headed for the hallway. Before they reached it, she swung around to confront him. Her hands went to her hips.
He was gratified to see her lips were back to their normal rosy color and her cheeks were pink too. Ren smiled at her. "Warm now?" he
Though Cilla was all grown up now, she still retained a decided innocence factor. And he was in the kind of business that jaded a man early...meaning they were not a good match—even a temporary one.
Except, exactly how innocent could Cilla really be? Just like him, she'd grown up around the Lemons and that meant she'd been exposed to a lot more than most women of any age...
Which might also go a long way to explaining her inability to relax when it came to sex.
Certain she was nowhere in the house, he took a stroll through the grounds. He should probably spend his time searching for the box that Gwen had willed to him, but his mind was on his housemate instead. As he approached the pool, he heard the wet splish of someone moving through the water. His hand on the gate leading to the deck, he stopped, arrested by the sight of Cilla swimming. She wore a one-piece suit that clung to the curves and hollows of her body. As she was moving away from him, arm-over-arm in a front crawl stroke, he could appreciate the flare of her hips and the cute roundness of her rump. But when she flipped and headed in his direction, he started forward, spurred by the suit's blue hue.
How her lips nearly matched its color.
As she reached the shallow end, he bent to catch one wrist. Sputtering, she looked up and he caught the other, hauling her from the pool and onto the deck in one move.
She blinked at him, her lashes spiked, her eyes wide. "Hey—"
"Hey nothing." He dragged her toward a lounge where he spied a long terry robe. With efficient movements, he bundled her into it, then took up a towel and started blotting at her hair. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"Um, swimming?" Her teeth began to chatter and a shiver ran through her body that he could detect even beneath the thick robe.
Shaking his head, he rubbed her hair more briskly. "The pool temp is fifty-seven degrees. I checked it yesterday."
"So?" She tried grabbing the towel, but he caught her wrists in one hand and held them down while he continued getting the moisture from her hair with the other. "Ren!"
He ignored her protest. "You are a silly woman."
With a wild movement of her arms, she broke free of him. Then she caught the towel and ripped it from his hands to hang around her neck. The rest of her might have been cold, but her glare was molten. "Do you mind?"
He glared right back. "I mind you freezing on my watch."
"Have you thought that's maybe what I wanted?" she yelled. "That maybe I was trying to freeze my brain?"
"Why the hell would you do that?"
"So I could stop thinking about what happened last night, okay? So I wouldn't remember what an idiot I made of myself with my overshare." She turned on one bare foot and stomped off in the direction of Gwen's.
Ren watched her for a moment, and though she was covered in yards of thick fabric, something about the way her cute ass twitched as she hurried off made his blood rush south. Like he was led by a chain, he followed in her wake, bemused by his own reaction and the sense of inevitability swamping him.
She glanced over her shoulder, and that swift look of apprehension only caused him to quicken his footsteps. He'd always known he was a very bad man.
As she reached the door to Gwen's, so did he, and he pulled it open before she could. With a shrug she swept over the threshold and he had to swallow his laugh. Clearly she was nervous now, and it only served to make the predator in him more keen for her.
Yeah. Bad Ren.
With him at her heels, she headed for the hallway. Before they reached it, she swung around to confront him. Her hands went to her hips.
He was gratified to see her lips were back to their normal rosy color and her cheeks were pink too. Ren smiled at her. "Warm now?" he
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