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of
Celeste’s hands clutching her shirt together. He’d done that—attacked her like
a wild animal, starving for a taste of silky brown flesh, desperate for a
chance to wrap his lips around the sweetest nipples he’d ever had the pleasure
of sucking.
    “I’m
sorry,” he said. She didn’t move or make a sound, only stared down at her legs.
    He
was too close to the fire. He stepped back in an effort to recapture his sound
judgment. His erection pressed insistently against his fly, anxious to break
free of his jeans and find its way back to her. Because, heaven help him, he
couldn’t rid his mind of how it felt to lie between those beautiful long legs.
    What
the hell is wrong with me?
    He
shouldn’t want her. How could he, when he knew she was a liar and a cheat? When
Derrick, his own brother, had brought her here, making her off-limits?
    Because
her arousal brought him pleasure. He enjoyed getting her off, hearing her pant
for him, hungry in pursuit of an orgasm. He wanted to be the one to give it to
her. The only one.
    “Stay
away from me,” he rasped, his chest tight with the difficulty it took to
breathe.
    In that
moment, her pretty brown eyes rose to his face, and the look she sent him spoke
volumes, told him what he already knew—he’d made an unfair statement. He came to her room, and he initiated the kiss. But in his defense, she’d
touched him, and the simple, harmless act had been his undoing. Her touch
rendered him helpless, bound by his thoughts and reduced to base instinct, like
a dog in heat.
    He
needed to think.
    Roarke
spun on his heels and jetted out without another word. In his room, he closed
the door, swallowing down the guilt and self-hatred.
    He
was scum. No, he was the slimy material under the belly of scum.
    The
realization their night together had been a one-time occurrence, never to be
repeated because she was in a relationship, should have been enough to keep him
in check. Not so. Instead, all he could think about was getting her under him,
flat on her back. Without even trying, she had him and his morals tied up in
knots.
    He
ran his hand down his face and caught a whiff of her arousal on his fingers,
and as impossible as it seemed, his body hardened even more. He stared at his
hand as if seeing it for the first time. Resisting the urge to run his fingers
under his nose to enjoy her scent again, he went back out into the hallway to
the bathroom.
    He
pumped out the hand soap in large globs, avoiding his own gaze in the mirror.
    He wasn’t
his father.
    Several
times he washed his hands, giving them a rough scrub to eradicate any trace of
what he’d done.
    I’m
not my father .
    Grinding
his teeth, Roarke finally faced himself in the mirror above the sink and didn’t
like what he saw. He didn’t pursue women in relationships, and cheating was never
an option. All his life he’d stuck to those principles.
    Until
today.
    Today,
he and his morals had been blown to bits by a stick of dynamite named Celeste
Burton.
     

Chapter
Seven
     
    “What
are you doing up here?” Derrick asked, coming into Celeste’s room. “More of the
family arrived a while ago. Come on downstairs, and I’ll introduce you.”
    Celeste
greeted Derrick’s words with the best smile she could manage. After a quick
shower and change, she’d hid in the room for as long as she could. When he came
to get her, she accepted she couldn’t stay there forever and let her mind dwell
on the confrontation with Roarke. She would do her best to steer clear of him
for the rest of the weekend, which was no easy task staying one door down in
the same house. At the very least, she would avoid being alone with him again.
    “Derrick,
what’s the deal with you and Roarke?” Saying his name made the apex of her
thighs pulse.
    His
gaze narrowed. “Why?”
    Feigning
nonchalance, Celeste shrugged. “Just wondering. I know your relationship with
your family isn’t the best, and especially with your older