Continental Divide by Dyanne Davis Page B

right and sane in his
world was screaming at him that it would be wrong, there was
something in her that called to a primal part in him. His erection
jerked. A very primal part .
    He’d touched her hand when he’d lifted her
up. Now he wanted to caress a finger down the side of her face,
slip his hand into the tight jeans she was wearing, cup her round
buttocks that looked so luscious. And he wanted to kiss her full
and sensuous lips. He was praying she didn’t look down right now.
He shouldn’t be having a massive erection, but he had one anyway.
It was the hardest thing he’d ever done when he tore his eyes away
from her chest as she’d shuddered and drew in a breath. No woman
had ever dared to show that honest of a reaction to him before. It
was heady stuff, no wonder his cousins loved so many women. He
stared into Tanya’s deep brown eyes nearly groaning as she
absentmindedly swiped her lips with her tongue. What was he
thinking of? His cousins would fall all over themselves to bed
Tanya.
    That thought stopped the smile and the
erection. He’d have to double his efforts to make sure his cousins
weren’t interested in Tanya. It would be for their own good he
tried to assure himself… Then she gave him a lopsided grin and the
now ever present flutter filled his chest. By all rights he
shouldn’t want this woman. She smiled more fully. But he did. She
was so wrong for him, loud, rude, he pulled himself up and moved
back from her to peer at her horribly long blue painted nails
again. Tacky , he thought, not at all what he wanted.
    His image of the woman he wanted had been
firmly planted in his mind for years. Quiet, that was the main
thing. He didn’t want to bicker with a woman the way Hamid did with
Heaven, he didn’t have time for that. He was a writer. He needed
things to be quiet. He needed a woman who wouldn’t require much
attention and he definitely didn’t need a woman he’d have to keep
under lock and key to keep her from tempting any that came in
contact with her. He’d no doubt have to do that with Tanya. He
shook his head slightly, this was crazy. Coffee, he thought
again, get the coffee
    “Coffee?”
    “Excuse me?”
    Her breathy whisper went all through him and
caused him to shiver in want. He cleared his throat. “Tanya, Heaven
and Hamid asked if I would stay until you woke and make coffee for
you.” He headed for the kitchen, “Heaven said to tell you she’s
sorry but she’d promised Hamid she would go in and help him out
today. I’m to take you there as soon as you’re ready.”
    Tanya’s eyes widened as she realized that
she and Imran were home alone. Panic rushed in suddenly. “Are you
telling me that Heaven got me to Pakistan and dumped me and left me
in bed sleeping? And left a strange man in here? She could have had
the decency to wake me and tell me that.” Her voice went shrill and
she moved a step away.
    A flash of annoyance crossed Imran’s face
and she saw a twitch along his jaw line. As he poured the coffee he
didn’t speak, neither did he speak as he laid out dates, sweets, an
assortment of bread and rolls, butter and jam. His annoyance seemed
to kick up a notch when he went to the stove and poured boiling
water from a pan into a sieve spilling boiled eggs.
    “This crazy woman is rubbing off on me and
making me crazy,” he nearly grunted, talking aloud to himself.
    When he’d placed the eggs in a bowl and
carried them to the table he sat the bowl down. “Eat,” he
ordered.
    “I would have preferred my eggs scrambled or
maybe even an omelet if you’d bothered to ask.” Tanya stared at
Imran then at the bowl of boiled eggs.
    Imran decided it was time to confront the
issue head on. Of course he wanted to spend time with the
beautiful, but rude woman. What man in his right mind wouldn’t
enjoy admiring her beauty? But her acid tongue…now there was a
problem. Instead of thanking him for breakfast she was complaining
that he was there. He sucked in a