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the damp warmth of her body, her arousal amid the other scents. The wildness leaped within her, hot and barely controlled and aching to be free—when had she ever been truly free? To take and give and—She’d always been controlled, but now she wantedto tear away Liam’s white dress shirt and press herself against him.
“You’re aroused,” she whispered back, though they were alone in the cool August night beside the lake. The novelty of seducing a man as quickly and as thoroughly as she had Liam went straight to that empty, aching hole in her life, filling her with a warm, fuzzy womanly emotion she didn’t dare define.
“Could be,” he whispered, easing to nibble on her ear. “Probably not. It’s a condition that comes upon me infrequently, every few years or so. But you’re not my type, so I’m probably not aroused. If I were, and admitted it, you’d probably run back to your nice safe little office.”
“I don’t run. I have a huge office and I could seduce you right here on this rock and you know it,” she stated, the warm, fuzzy womanly emotion fading away, replaced by a nettling anger.
“Nope. I’m not in the mood,” he said quite cheerfully, and freed her, stepping back on the rock.
He grabbed her wrists, just as she pushed him hard, tumbling them both into the cold, black lake. When she surfaced, sputtering and angry, Liam was grinning at her in the moonlight. She splashed water at him, muttered about the ways she would murder him and began to work her way up the marshy bank. She slid, her shoe with the broken strap floating away into the lake with her not-so-dependable control. Liam snatched the sandal, stuffed it in his pocket and chuckled. When she turned to glare at him, he splashed her.
Michelle decided to retreat from the playful, boyish devastation grinning up at her. She turned and gripped the reeds, which came free, and she hurled them back at him. “Can’t take it, can you?” he asked, chuckling.
“I choose what I take,” she returned hotly, reminding him of his arrogant statement.
“Is that right?” Coming up behind her, Liam supported her bottom with both big hands, helping as she crawled the rest of the way up the bank. The undignified retreat nicked at her pride, and she wanted to fly at Liam, careless of the consequences.
One look down her torn silk blouse and slacks and Michelle rounded on Liam, quivering with anger. They stood on the flat rock now, his hands on his hips as he watched her struggle for words. “You’re muddy,” he said, watching her, waiting for her to ignite.
“I’m wet,” she finally managed. “I’m wet and muddy and not very happy at the moment.”
He tilted his head, eyeing her curiously as water dripped from his shaggy hair. “Is that the best you can do?”
“This is a French designer outfit, and now it’s ruined. Give me my shoe,” she said, snatching her sandal from his chest pocket.
While she glared accusingly up at him, Liam’s gaze slowly warmed a path down to her muddied blouse. The silk lay intimately upon her, outlining her breasts. In the moonlight her nipples peaked against the damp cloth.
Liam slowly began to unbutton his shirt, and Michelle’s heart began to race. She wanted to run—she wanted to hurl herself against him, fist his hair as he had hers and take…. Uneasy with her emotions and wanting to distract him, she began to talk. “The Tallchief bridal tepees are placed beside the lake—”
“Take off your blouse.”
“What? You can’t possibly—”
“What? Have you? Here?” He grinned down at her and waggled her head as if she were a child. “I’ll turnmy back,” he explained too patiently, watching her reaction. “You can wear my shirt back—yours reveals more than it hides now.”
“There’s no need to turn your back. We’re both adults,” she said, struggling to be worldly. He wasn’t forcing her to act prudish; she wasn’t. Her fingers trembled over the buttons as she met his look,
“You’re aroused,” she whispered back, though they were alone in the cool August night beside the lake. The novelty of seducing a man as quickly and as thoroughly as she had Liam went straight to that empty, aching hole in her life, filling her with a warm, fuzzy womanly emotion she didn’t dare define.
“Could be,” he whispered, easing to nibble on her ear. “Probably not. It’s a condition that comes upon me infrequently, every few years or so. But you’re not my type, so I’m probably not aroused. If I were, and admitted it, you’d probably run back to your nice safe little office.”
“I don’t run. I have a huge office and I could seduce you right here on this rock and you know it,” she stated, the warm, fuzzy womanly emotion fading away, replaced by a nettling anger.
“Nope. I’m not in the mood,” he said quite cheerfully, and freed her, stepping back on the rock.
He grabbed her wrists, just as she pushed him hard, tumbling them both into the cold, black lake. When she surfaced, sputtering and angry, Liam was grinning at her in the moonlight. She splashed water at him, muttered about the ways she would murder him and began to work her way up the marshy bank. She slid, her shoe with the broken strap floating away into the lake with her not-so-dependable control. Liam snatched the sandal, stuffed it in his pocket and chuckled. When she turned to glare at him, he splashed her.
Michelle decided to retreat from the playful, boyish devastation grinning up at her. She turned and gripped the reeds, which came free, and she hurled them back at him. “Can’t take it, can you?” he asked, chuckling.
“I choose what I take,” she returned hotly, reminding him of his arrogant statement.
“Is that right?” Coming up behind her, Liam supported her bottom with both big hands, helping as she crawled the rest of the way up the bank. The undignified retreat nicked at her pride, and she wanted to fly at Liam, careless of the consequences.
One look down her torn silk blouse and slacks and Michelle rounded on Liam, quivering with anger. They stood on the flat rock now, his hands on his hips as he watched her struggle for words. “You’re muddy,” he said, watching her, waiting for her to ignite.
“I’m wet,” she finally managed. “I’m wet and muddy and not very happy at the moment.”
He tilted his head, eyeing her curiously as water dripped from his shaggy hair. “Is that the best you can do?”
“This is a French designer outfit, and now it’s ruined. Give me my shoe,” she said, snatching her sandal from his chest pocket.
While she glared accusingly up at him, Liam’s gaze slowly warmed a path down to her muddied blouse. The silk lay intimately upon her, outlining her breasts. In the moonlight her nipples peaked against the damp cloth.
Liam slowly began to unbutton his shirt, and Michelle’s heart began to race. She wanted to run—she wanted to hurl herself against him, fist his hair as he had hers and take…. Uneasy with her emotions and wanting to distract him, she began to talk. “The Tallchief bridal tepees are placed beside the lake—”
“Take off your blouse.”
“What? You can’t possibly—”
“What? Have you? Here?” He grinned down at her and waggled her head as if she were a child. “I’ll turnmy back,” he explained too patiently, watching her reaction. “You can wear my shirt back—yours reveals more than it hides now.”
“There’s no need to turn your back. We’re both adults,” she said, struggling to be worldly. He wasn’t forcing her to act prudish; she wasn’t. Her fingers trembled over the buttons as she met his look,
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