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earned great trust for the privilege to watch.
    The cottage was sparse but had what they needed—just enough chilled air to prickle her nipples to ripe peaks and sufficient heat from the fire to chase away the bitter cold.
    And the water. He suspected it was crystal clear and sweet, sucked from the spring that ran deep under the earth.
    He watched her wash, stroke by stroke, up her arms from wrist to shoulder. He licked his lips, his tongue desperate to lap up the drops clinging to the tips of her breasts after she swirled the sopping cloth down her neck. She lifted her foot onto the pocked top of a hobbled stool and squeezed a stream of water over her thighs.
    “You’re killing me,” Sean said.
    The fire crackled cozily, but the air blazed as if they’d stepped into an inferno.
    “That wasn’t my intention,” she replied.
    “Wasn’t it?” he challenged. “Your strategy is sound. Fall back on what worked before. Seduction.”
    She leaned forward to wash her ankles, her breasts bouncing forward so that their sweet pear shape nearly drove him mad.
    “So you think I’m trying to seduce you to keep you from leaving me after we meet up with Macy? That’s a little arrogant. What if I just want one more night before we say good-bye?”
    If Sean lived to be one hundred, which he doubted he would, he’d never meet a woman as remarkable as this one. They were nothing alike, and yet, she knew precisely what to do and what to say and what to feel to bend him to her will. One more magical night wouldn’t change his resolve to release her from her obligation to him. He no longer needed her help, but damn, he needed her more than he wanted to admit.
    Sean stripped off his shirt, nearly tearing the fabric. He kicked off his jeans, half hoping they’d disappear in the dust and filth.
    Her coy glance nearly dropped him to his knees. Then she turned. With his hands level with her curvaceous ass, he cupped her hungrily.
    “I need help with my back,” she said.
    “I can help anything that needs attention.”
    Her shrug was nonchalant. “I’m nearly done. Just a few spots left.”
    “Don’t fool yourself, cher . It’s the important parts that are left…and we’ve just gotten started.”

Eight
    Sean’s lusty grin was like accelerant on an already raging fire. Never in her life had Brynn hungered so desperately for a man’s touch. She wanted him with a desperation that she’d hate in herself if she’d felt it toward any other man.
    But Sean wasn’t any other man. He was everything she’d ever secretly wanted in a lover—strong, brave, clever, resourceful, sexy and giving. He was also lonely, scarred, arrogant and on the fringe—qualities she would have resisted if the situation had unfolded differently. And yet, despite his determination to push her away, she wasn’t letting go of him without a fight—or at the very least, one last good-bye.
    She slipped the wet cloth into his palm, biting her bottom lip as he dunked the rag into the pot and then squeezed a shower of steaming water down her back. She was awash in moisture as the water trickled down her body and blended with the hot cream curled within her labia.
    He smoothed the cloth around her bottom, down the back of her legs and then up, pressing the wetness of the material to the wetness of her sex. The jolt of pleasure was instantaneous.
    “Oh,” she sighed. “Yes.”
    “See? I told you that you missed this spot,” he teased.
    “I did,” she confessed, cupping her hand over his, showing him precisely how much pressure she needed. “I really did.”
    He rubbed the cloth up and down. Friction built into a needful inferno that nearly had her writhing out of her skin. He paused long enough to douse the cloth again then resumed until she was panting and begging him to bring her to the brink.
    It was shameful how easily he took her to the edge. Shameful and delicious and amazing. He abandoned the cloth and dropped to his knees, swinging her leg over his