In Her Secret Fantasy by Marie Treanor Page A

no one as he walked through the village, past the harbour and down on to the beach. He walked fast, trying to release his frustrations—not just those of this impossible investigation, but the physical frustration inspired by Chrissy’s kisses. He still didn’t know how he’d managed to hold her in his arms and then let her go.
    But the fresh air seemed to feed his lust. Her deep eyes, the softness of her breast, the passion of her kisses, all haunted him. And she wasn’t someone he could lay and leave. He didn’t want that either.
    What the hell did he want? He needed to get away, leave this country and all its tangled mess of morals and ethics and loyalties far behind him. Soon. Less than two months now, and he’d be gone.
    Why did even that seem bleak? Of course, he could die in Iraq. But he could have been murdered any time in the last five years.
    Didn’t stop him wanting Chrissy Lennox.
    Shit.
    Staring out at the sea, he thought he saw the bobbing heads of seals. He wondered if she was watching them too. He walked on, waiting for calm to descend.
    Close in to the cliff, something moved. Aidan paused, his body automatically going into defence mode. Even in Ardknocken.
    He switched on the flashlight, shining it straight at whoever lurked there.
    A naked woman with long, silky black hair.
    Aidan blinked, and soft laughter drifted on the cold air. “Sorry,” she said. “I lost my clothes.”
    “Lost your… You weren’t swimming, were you?”
    “I swim all the year round. But I don’t always lose my clothes.”
    Aidan shrugged off his jacket, walking swiftly towards the woman. She smelled of the sea. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. “Put this on before you freeze. Where do you live?”
    He peered at her face as she took his coat and unhurriedly slipped her arms into it. Deliberately, he kept his gaze on her face. Alluring as her shapely body undoubtedly was, he didn’t want lust getting in the way of judgement. Again. She looked young, probably a few years younger than he was, but he couldn’t place her features to any of Louise’s friends or any family he knew. On the other hand, surely something about her was familiar?
    “I live here,” she said. “For now. Don’t you recognize me? I know you, Aidan.”
    A picture, a memory flashed into his mind and vanished. A half-forgotten dream. A highly erotic dream from his randy youth. A woman with a mouth made for pleasure, who straddled him and took him inside her and showed him how…
    Damn. What had he just decided about lust and judgement? This was Chrissy’s fault for kissing him. Swallowing, he said, “I’ve been away too long.”
    “Is that why you’re lonely?”
    He blinked. “What makes you say that?”
    As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she took his arm and began to walk on along the beach. “I can sense such things. I’m very empathic.”
    “Are you?” he said dryly. “Are your clothes along here?”
    “Probably. I’m quite warm now.”
    “Good,” Aidan said, and she laughed.
    “Sorry. You aren’t, are you? Look, there’s a cave along here.” She tugged his arm, trying to pull him towards a dent in the cliff side. There was a cave there. He knew it well.
    “I don’t want to keep warm in a cave,” he said repressively. “I want to find your clothes and have my jacket back.”
    She turned into his arms, all mysterious and undoubtedly sexy woman. And in his continuing state of frustrated arousal, she was undeniably welcome.
    “I can keep you warm, Aidan. Let me soothe you and love you. I’ve always loved you.” Her voice was beguiling, her words comforting to his ego. And her naked body pressing against his erection was…explosive. More than that, she was familiar. The rest of that old teenage dream flooded his memory.
    He’d imagined it was real at the time. His dream lover had looked so very like this woman… But that was his imagination, his clamouring desire and the night, playing tricks