Cowboy Payback by Donna Michaels

good on your lips, Trisha,” he murmured against her skin.
    She shivered and held tight, because, oh, heck yeah , her name sounded good on his lips, too. And his lips felt very good on her skin. Real good, if he just… oh yeah, right there .
    She closed her eyes and moaned, pressing into his hard body as he nipped at the sensitive spot behind her ear. And he was hard. All of him.
    Her center was wet and achy, and heaven help her, she wanted her fake fiancé to take her on the table next to her flowers in the middle of the deserted dining room.
    Only it wasn’t deserted.
    She snapped her eyes open. Two wait staff members still stood smiling in the corner. Darn . Didn’t they have other work to do?
    “Ah…Brett,” she forced out.
    “Humm…?” he questioned absently against the curve of her neck.
    “We seem to be gathering an audience,” she informed, doing her best not to cross her eyes in ecstasy as he nipped her shoulder. “Another staff member joined the others in the corner.”
    With a reluctance she could feel stiffening his body, the captain pulled back and held her at arm’s length. “Sorry. You’re damn potent, you know that?”
    What she knew was he was the potent one. Heck. She still couldn’t focus.
    He released her to run a hand over his head, and she worked to clear the fog from her brain. When he straightened, an unreadable expression crossed his face.
    The captain was back.
    “I think it’s time to leave. We’ve put on enough of a show for one day, don’t you think?”
    A show? She resisted the urge to reel back as if slapped. Is that what they were doing? Is that what the darn incentive was all about?
    Of course it was. The captain knew he could count on her loose lips to lead to kissing, hence the show.
    Idiot.
    She clamped her jaw tight and nodded, keeping her thoughts inside. Her thoughts. Criminy . She thought he was just as surprised, just as shocked at the sexual attraction sizzling between them.
    He had been, darn it.
    The guy had been confused. She hadn’t imagined his furrowed brow or clouded gaze or hard body. All real. And he hadn’t exactly denied the attraction. Heck, hadn’t he just told her she was potent?
    She was so confused.
    While he walked to the table to grab her flowers and his hat, she used the time to get those crazy thoughts under control, and bent down to pick up the button she’d popped off his shirt. She had the whole night to sew it back on. They certainly weren’t going to be doing anything else. Nope. Nothing at all.
    “Ready?” he asked, elbow out in an open invitation.
    Hooking her arm through his, she refused to dwell on their kisses, and thought about his strange request instead as he led her outside.
    A smile tugged her lips. She’d been so worried yesterday morning about asking the captain to help with the fake engagement, and here, tonight, he’d asked her. Needed her help. He wanted to extend their fake engagement for a full month after her parents’ visit. A total of almost six weeks.
    She wasn’t going to last. No way could she fight her attraction to the sexy cowboy for that long.
    A sudden sense of panic gripped tight, and her stride faltered as they stepped onto his porch.
    “What is it? What’s wrong?” He stared down at her, brows furrowed in question.
    Hysterical laughter bubbled up her throat. Oh, nothing, except I’ll be sharing a cabin with you the whole summer and fighting the urge to jump your bones.
    Not something she could share with him. Nope.
    Shaking her head, she released him to open the door. “Just thinking you should start locking your door. That might help keep naked guests out of your bed.”
    He laughed, and luckily, didn’t call her out on the fact she’d stopped dead well before she’d twisted the knob to discover the unlocked door.
    “Good idea,” he said, shutting the door behind them.
    Her heart jumped at the sound of the lock clicking in place. Shoot. She hadn’t meant now. Nervous energy had her