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hearing any of it. This wasn’t a big-city hotel with an endless supply of hot water. They had about ten minutes and that was it.
    Annie leaned back against him, her backside brushing up against his growing erection. For the first time in a long time, she wished they were in the city, in some luxurious hotel with heat and running water and expensive bed linens. Oh, and room service. Food and drink delivered right to the door.
    She turned and began to rinse her hair. “You’d better hurry,” she said. “We’ve got about three minutes left.”
    He reached out and cupped her breast in his palm. “God, you are beautiful,” he murmured.
    She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “You can admire me later.” Bending over, she grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a bit into her hand. Then she reached up and rubbed it into his hair. Rourke grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, his shaft pressing into her belly.
    She reached down to stroke him with her soapy hand. He moaned softly, arching into her touch. But as he came closer and closer to his release, the water from the shower began to cool. Finally, Annie was forced to step out from under the spray, leaving him on the edge.
    “Quick, rinse your hair,” she said.
    Cursing softly, Rourke leaned into the cold water and did as he was told. Annie held out a towel for him and, shuddering, he quickly dried his face. Annie turned, her hair still dripping. She slipped her feet into her wellies.
    “Where are you going?” Rourke asked.
    “Back to the cottage,” she said.
    “Like that?”
    “Why put clothes on when you’re just going to take them off again?” She let her eyes drift down to his stiff shaft. She smiled. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”
    “I’m not going out there naked,” he said.
    Annie shrugged. “Then get dressed.” She went outside and the cold hit her skin like a million pinpricks. The rain had stopped and all that was left of the storm was a damp wind blowing off the water. She drew a deep breath and then ran across the rise to the house. Kit saw her and raced up to run beside her, jumping up in his excitement. When she reached the house, she turned back and saw Rourke following her, slipping on the muddy grass, dressed only in his boots.
    She laughed as he took the porch steps two at a time and they both tumbled into the house. Kit scampered in behind them, getting tangled in their feet for a moment before Annie ordered him over to his spot in front of the fire.
    His hands seemed to be everywhere, searching for favorite spots on her body, sending wild sensations coursing to her core. No matter what he did, it didn’t seem to be enough to satisfy her. Now that they’d shared the ultimate intimacy, that’s what she wanted—Rourke...moving inside her.
    But to her dismay, he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get to that part of the seduction. Instead, he backed her up against the edge of the table, then drew her leg up along his hip until he was pressing temptingly close to the moist spot between her legs.
    She moved against him, but he shifted, as if he knew that slipping inside her would be the end instead of the beginning. Taking some satisfaction in the fact that she was able to bring him to the edge so quickly and to tease him further, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around him.
    “You’re a very dangerous lady,” he whispered. “I can’t seem to control myself when I touch you. Or when you touch me.”
    “I think that’s a good thing,” Annie said.
    “Not if we want to make this last all night long,” he said.
    Annie gasped. “All night?”
    “Why not? Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
    “No.”
    He reached around her, then picked Annie up and set her on the edge of the old wooden table. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”
    Rourke tugged her boots off and threw them at the door, then kicked out of his own. Though the cottage was chilly, it didn’t matter. In truth, it seemed to