swimsuit.”
“Who said anything about wearing a swimsuit?”
The deep resonance of his voice sent a tremor through her, firing her blood until she had to clench her legs together. And just like that, the fire took her. A fire that only he seemed able to enflame.
He was offering her the very thing she’d only imagined in her fantasies. No sane woman would turn away a man like Arran.
“The water will soothe you,” he urged.
She shifted weight from one foot to the other as her gaze took in the beads of water dotting his shoulders and abdomen. Her hands itched to run over all his muscles, down his chest and over his washboard abs.
Her legs grew weak just thinking about it. She moved so that she was leaning back against the hood of her car. It wasn’t wise for her to be so taken with a guy. She had to keep her head, to stay in charge. Of everything.
It scared her how much she wanted to feel his arms around her, wanted to know the sensation of his lips moving over hers. It’s as if Max had never happened, that she hadn’t learned a valuable lesson.
Arran erased the pain of the past. He promised new memories, pleasure and ecstasy for as long as she wanted them. And did she ever want them.
He was right there before her, waiting.
“What are you doing out here? Really.”
His brow furrowed at her question, but his gaze never left hers. “I’m no’ sure you’d like the truth.”
“I want the truth.”
“You.”
Her stomach fluttered. When she was able to pull in a breath, it was uneven and her chest was heaving. Her breasts swelled, her nipples ached. A hunger, deep and insistent, rose within her. A hunger for Arran MacCarrick that she knew would never leave.
All she wanted was Arran. His hands, his mouth, his body. There wasn’t a part of him she didn’t want to touch and kiss and put to memory.
“I needed the closest thing to a cold shower I could get.”
Ronnie was glad the car was holding her, because she was sure her legs would have crumpled otherwise. No words would come, not that she knew what to say in response to his admission.
“I see you were no’ expecting me to say that.”
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “I had no idea.”
“Liar.” He chuckled and lowered himself in the water so that only his head showed. “Join me, Ronnie.”
God how she wanted to walk into that water and go right up to him and kiss him. She wanted to thread her fingers into his dark hair and stare deep into his eyes.
But the past kept her on land, kept her from taking a chance. Damn Max for ruining this.
“I don’t think I can.”
He nodded and then stood up so quickly, the water splashed around him. It wasn’t until he began to walk toward her that Ronnie found her body trembling from need, need of him.
The water kept getting lower and lower on his body with each step he took. It revealed the chiseled abs she’d come to know. It also bared his trim hips and the line of dark hair that traveled from his navel downward.
With his golden eyes locked on her and unmistakably filled with a deep, dark hunger, he looked like some mythical Highlander determined to claim her.
And God help her, but her heart beat faster because of it.
Her lips parted when the water lowered to show his thick, hard arousal and his legs corded with muscles. He kept walking straight to her.
Ronnie hated that he stopped just short of touching her. He leaned his hands against the hood on either side of her so that his lips were breaths from hers, water dripping from his body onto hers.
“I figured you for the adventurous sort,” he said as his gaze raked over her face. “What a pity.”
And then he was gone.
Ronnie blinked, angry that—once again—she’d been too timid to see what would happen if she gave in to Arran MacCarrick.
All she’d had to do was lean up and put her lips on his. He’d been waiting for it. He even told her he’d come for a cold swim because of his desire for her.
But she’d
“Who said anything about wearing a swimsuit?”
The deep resonance of his voice sent a tremor through her, firing her blood until she had to clench her legs together. And just like that, the fire took her. A fire that only he seemed able to enflame.
He was offering her the very thing she’d only imagined in her fantasies. No sane woman would turn away a man like Arran.
“The water will soothe you,” he urged.
She shifted weight from one foot to the other as her gaze took in the beads of water dotting his shoulders and abdomen. Her hands itched to run over all his muscles, down his chest and over his washboard abs.
Her legs grew weak just thinking about it. She moved so that she was leaning back against the hood of her car. It wasn’t wise for her to be so taken with a guy. She had to keep her head, to stay in charge. Of everything.
It scared her how much she wanted to feel his arms around her, wanted to know the sensation of his lips moving over hers. It’s as if Max had never happened, that she hadn’t learned a valuable lesson.
Arran erased the pain of the past. He promised new memories, pleasure and ecstasy for as long as she wanted them. And did she ever want them.
He was right there before her, waiting.
“What are you doing out here? Really.”
His brow furrowed at her question, but his gaze never left hers. “I’m no’ sure you’d like the truth.”
“I want the truth.”
“You.”
Her stomach fluttered. When she was able to pull in a breath, it was uneven and her chest was heaving. Her breasts swelled, her nipples ached. A hunger, deep and insistent, rose within her. A hunger for Arran MacCarrick that she knew would never leave.
All she wanted was Arran. His hands, his mouth, his body. There wasn’t a part of him she didn’t want to touch and kiss and put to memory.
“I needed the closest thing to a cold shower I could get.”
Ronnie was glad the car was holding her, because she was sure her legs would have crumpled otherwise. No words would come, not that she knew what to say in response to his admission.
“I see you were no’ expecting me to say that.”
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “I had no idea.”
“Liar.” He chuckled and lowered himself in the water so that only his head showed. “Join me, Ronnie.”
God how she wanted to walk into that water and go right up to him and kiss him. She wanted to thread her fingers into his dark hair and stare deep into his eyes.
But the past kept her on land, kept her from taking a chance. Damn Max for ruining this.
“I don’t think I can.”
He nodded and then stood up so quickly, the water splashed around him. It wasn’t until he began to walk toward her that Ronnie found her body trembling from need, need of him.
The water kept getting lower and lower on his body with each step he took. It revealed the chiseled abs she’d come to know. It also bared his trim hips and the line of dark hair that traveled from his navel downward.
With his golden eyes locked on her and unmistakably filled with a deep, dark hunger, he looked like some mythical Highlander determined to claim her.
And God help her, but her heart beat faster because of it.
Her lips parted when the water lowered to show his thick, hard arousal and his legs corded with muscles. He kept walking straight to her.
Ronnie hated that he stopped just short of touching her. He leaned his hands against the hood on either side of her so that his lips were breaths from hers, water dripping from his body onto hers.
“I figured you for the adventurous sort,” he said as his gaze raked over her face. “What a pity.”
And then he was gone.
Ronnie blinked, angry that—once again—she’d been too timid to see what would happen if she gave in to Arran MacCarrick.
All she’d had to do was lean up and put her lips on his. He’d been waiting for it. He even told her he’d come for a cold swim because of his desire for her.
But she’d
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