Controversy by Adrianne Byrd

turned and faced her. “Ms. Adams—”
    â€œYou know, considering all we’ve been through tonight, you really should just call me Mike.”
    â€œMs. Adams,” he insisted. “I’m going home because around you, my life seems to be in danger every ten minutes. I’ll just take my chances with pneumonia.”
    Michael never liked losing an argument, and not getting her way only appealed to her competitive side.
    Plus, she was really horny.
    â€œOkay,” she said and pulled her low-cut blouse over her head and flashed him with the sight of her large breasts nestled in a lacy pink bra.
    â€œI just wanted you to know I have a perfectly good dryer in the house.” She unsnapped the top button of her jeans and watched as his mouth sagged open.
    Yeah. She still had it.

Chapter 12
    K yson wasn’t thinking.
    Well, not with the right head anyway.
    He couldn’t remember what Michael had said after she’d removed her top. His gaze had immediately dropped to the sight of her creamy caramel breasts that seemed to glow beneath the moonlight. When she turned away to walk back toward the house, he followed as if hypnotized.
    There was a voice, although very faint, in the back of his head telling him to run to his car and get the hell out of there, but he ignored it and followed the sway of Michael’s hips.
    Entering the house, Kyson couldn’t help but hesitate.
    Michael stopped at the door and leaned against it with a taunting smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite…hard.”
    The challenge was made and Kyson’s lips curled as he crossed the threshold. True, it wasn’t clear exactly what Michael Adams was offering or even suggesting, but he hoped—no, prayed—that it was going to be worth his while.
    Michael closed the door and turned the lock.
    From over his shoulder, he glanced back in time to catch her checking him out. When her eyes crept up to finally meet his, they held another challenge that made him hard as a rock.
    â€œWait here,” she said, heading toward the stairs. “I’ll change and then bring you something so you can slip out of those clothes.”
    He didn’t answer. He was once again hypnotized by the sway of those magnificent round hips as they ascended before him. He followed as far as the foot of the stairs, gazing up as if looking toward the heavens.
    In a way, he was.
    When she finally disappeared from sight and he heard the soft click of the bedroom door, he finally blinked out of his trance and wondered what in the hell he was doing. Had abstinence addled his brain?
    Kyson remembered the ditsy twins and knew that couldn’t quite be it. He’d had no trouble turning down the women his brother had thrown at him, but one flash of Michael Adams’s Victoria’s Secret and he was practically salivating.
    Would she be everything his dreams had promised? Would her skin be as soft, her mouth as intoxicating, her inner thighs…
    Kyson closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, but still mumbled a “Lord have mercy.” If he allowed his thoughts to get carried away, whatever was going to happen between them could possibly end a lot sooner than anticipated.
    His fingers attacked the buttons on his shirt. He removed it and then whipped the T-shirt over his head. Kyson unbuttoned his pants and started to unzip them, when he stopped.
    Michael didn’t exactly say anything about having sex—more like it was implied. Wasn’t it?
    He replayed what had happened by the pool and then fast-forwarded to when she’d walked up the stairs. Unfortunately, there were a lot of holes in his memory—at least as far as the conversation went—and he was still unsure whether being naked when she returned was such a good idea.
    Maybe he should toss a coin.
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    Michael raced through her bedroom like she was in the middle of a three-alarm fire, digging through drawers and boxes, searching for