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throat and nose burned as she ranted and
raved. Guy had already turned to walk out of the woods, which riled
her to no end! Staggering out of the water, her hair hung unbridled
to her waist, plastered to her wet shirt, she ran clumsily after
him; a feat she found most difficult in her soggy boots. When a wet
body slammed into his back, knocking the wind out of him, Guy felt
dirt come up and hit him in the face before he had a chance to
break his fall. Feeling the kid on his back it took some effort and
a moment to catch his breath.
    She-e-e--t! It’s time to tan that brat’s
ass!
    Now he was completely frustrated, he was
tired of struggled with the short-tempered adversary. His shoulder
hurt from hitting a sharp rock and his chin burned from kissing the
ground none too gently. He was determined to whip the pants off
that brat once and for all.
    I’ll show him who’s the boss and who’s the
juvenile.
    He had enough of the kid’s temper; the little
whelp wasn’t the only one with feelings around here. He turned on
the rebel, with every intentions of putting the disrespectful youth
in..?
    Stunned at first to see so much red hair
fanning around the pert face, he stared. Then realization leaped
into his brain. He’d just received the shock of his life and also
some relief. If he weren’t so taken aback, he would’ve laughed his
fool head off.
    “Sweet Jesus! I’ll be damned,” Guy croaked,
aware of the jiggling form underneath him creating a feeling he now
understood. “I’ll be a horse’s behind!” He could have been blown
over with light spit by this turn of events. He was definitely an
ass! He had spent many days away from this person because he, no
she, caused him to doubt his own manhood. For anyone else this
might be funny but not for him. And if he wasn’t so irate he might
have agreed. But his anger renewed and did nothing to damper the
male reflexes his body was experiencing. Realizing this little minx
was the cause of his discomfort he jumped up and pulled Rusty with
him. Once on their feet, he let her go as if she had branded him
with fire. Brushing dirt from his denim pants, he growled, “Damn!
This is worse than before.”
    Looking into the coldest cobalt eyes she had
ever seen, Rusty gulped. She was too afraid to be angry, as she
waited for the worst. Her body became rigid with fright, her heart
pounded wildly in her chest. But as scared as she was, she couldn’t
take her eyes off his sensual mouth, and lips that she so wanted to
kiss.
    She had seen the sudden flash in those blue
depths as confusion turned to comprehension, then something else
that frightened her more. She held her breath. Rusty didn’t miss
the oddly stricken look on his face. Stumbling back, she knew she
turned ten shades of red; a mixture of mortification, confusion and
anxiety. She shivered from wet clothes, or was it from Guy’s hard
body that had been pressed into her soft form. She had felt the
bulge in his pants against her thigh, and it stirred her own
arousal. There was a strange glint in his eyes and the muscles in
his square jaw twitched.
    Rusty’s stomach churned as tension in the air
closed in around her, strangling her. She backed away; he came
forward, his eyes boring into her chest. Putting her hand there,
Rusty touched wet skin, and gasped, mortified that her shirt had
opened in the struggle. To her horror she also discovered her
buttons were gone and some of her binding had come undone, exposing
much of her breasts. He leered at her looking as if he could…? She
was no longer sure what to expect as she tried to cover up.
    She looked beseechingly at the man almost
upon her and swallowed hard. She wanted to cry out that she was
sorry but the expression on his face told her it would be of no
use. Tears blurred her vision; she was mortified that he had found
out the truth this way, but also excited at the knowledge she had
aroused him. Though frightened of his strength, his arousal flamed
her passion. She wanted