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over her, licking her with fire.
     
    Almost as if the suggestion triggered the
reaction, she felt her body shudder. Yet it wasn’t the coolness of
the night air that made her shiver but the warmth from his body,
the heat he made sweep through her with the barest suggestion of
intimacy.
     
    The woman still didn’t believe they could be
married. The look the redhead centered on her bore a distinct
resemblance to loathing. As Nyssa tuned into the direction of the
woman’s gaze, she realized her clothing had been torn during her
treck from the airstrip to the cabin.
     
    Fool, she berated herself. No wonder he
thought she was cold. But when she looked back to meet Solo’s gaze,
she saw concern and desire.
     
    Nyssa wasn’t sure where to go from here. She
felt her earlier confidence slip under Solo’s intense scrutiny. All
of a sudden she understood this was still an act, nothing more. She
was his buddy--nothing more. She got hold of her emotions, knowing
full-well that all would change after they persuaded the woman to
leave.
     
    Their relationship would
return to its usual hum-drum normalcy. Buddies.
     
    “I know you’re not married.” This time the
female punctuated each word with a little stamp of her foot.
     
    Nyssa had never been a good liar and now
faced with the truth of the situation, she wilted with
embarrassment. She caught hold of Solo’s arm, and braced herself
for the next barrage of accusations.
     
    “That’s where you’re wrong.” Solo moved a
little so she could lean more firmly against him. His body hot and
warm against the length of her represented security and safety when
all she wanted to do was hide. “You should leave.”
     
    Solo’s warm blue eyes danced with tenderness
as he murmured. “Now,” and pulled Nyssa closer.
     
    “Well, I’ll tell the world.” The woman
huffed as she slammed the front door behind her.
     
    “Be my guest,” Solo said.
     
    ***
     
    “There will be repercussions,” Nyssa
said.
     
    “Nothing we can’t handle.”
     
    Mesmerized, Nyssa found she couldn’t move
away from him or the intensity of his gaze. Lost in expectations
and images she’d fantasized, Nyssa let herself be pulled toward him
because today might be the one opportunity to learn the texture,
the feel of his lips against hers.
     
    His mouth did capture hers. Heaven, the kiss
was pure delight, all she’d ever imagined, hot and hard, demanding
a response. He kissed her as if he cared for her. Her hands slipped
up his arms and around his neck, pulling him closer.
     
    She fleetingly thought to push him away but
chose not to when he slanted his mouth across hers. Her lips
parted, letting him deepen the kiss, reveling in the swift rise of
passion.
     
    When he bent her backward, his hands
caressed and tantalized. Nyssa forgot her plans for the future. She
gave in to the precious moments she’d never have again, and allowed
Solo St. John to kiss her senseless.
     
    His muscles tensed and flexed beneath her
fingertips, and she wanted to know more of him, needed to unbutton
the soft flannel shirt he wore then run her finger across his
chest. If this went on any longer, she’d have him down on the rug
in front of the fireplace, and there would be nothing between them,
not even air.
     
    He dipped his tongue deeper, slid his hands
down to her hips, and pulled her closer, fitting her against him.
He groaned, a low husky sound that sent her mind spinning with the
incredible power she realized she held over him.
     
    The door creaked open. “The photographers
will be here by tomorrow, count on it.” The redhead snapped a
picture of them with her tiny digital camera. “I’m not about to
lose out on everything.”
     
    The sound of the door
banging closed again penetrated Nyssa’s foggy mind, and she pushed
on Solo’s chest. A picture.
Robert.
     
    No. Had she forgotten who she was with? Who she wasn’t with?
Impending doom swept through her yet no feelings of guilt