her.
He reached out and lightly touched her cheek, trailed his fingers through her hair, then cupped her chin in his hand. He plumbed the depths of her blue eyes. The tightness pulled across his chest again, accompanied by a shortness of breath and a disturbingly heated rush low in his body. Everything about her excited him far more than he wanted it toâ¦and it scared him. He withdrew his hand, forcing himself to break contact with the silky smoothness of her skin.
âYouâ¦uh, you were saying? Something about rules?â A touch of huskiness clung to his words.
âSaying?â Her heart pounded in her chest. Surely he must be able to hear it. âYesâ¦uhâ¦rules.â The sensual warmth of his touch lingered on her senses. She reinforced her determination. She had to get her mind back on business. She took a steadying breath.
âI work in public relations which means I spend a lot of time smiling and being gracious to people that Iâd sometimes rather ignore. Iâm not interested in spending what I thought was going to be my privategetaway time at my own cabin by being gracious and playing hostess to aâ¦a guest. â
âThatâs it? Those are the rules?â An amused grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, covering the wave of relief that rippled through him. He had been braced for something monumental, not something so obvious. âI certainly donât have any problem with that. In fact, I insist that you not consider me a guest. I can entertain myself and we can split the chores.â He extended a tentative smile. âAgreed?â He held out his hand.
She hesitated, then accepted his outstretched hand. It started as a businesslike handshake, then a second later the sensual warmth totally enveloped her. Logic screamed at her to break the physical contact and back away from him. But just as the moth was drawn to the flame, Dylan Russellâs smooth charm and sexy masculinity drew in her emotions and she felt helpless to prevent it.
Then reality hit her when she realized she was being physically pulled toward him as well.
The look in his eyes told her exactly what was on his mind, yet it was not a look of lust or quick sexual conquest. It was a sensual intensity that she had not been prepared for, one that left her gasping for air. A moment later the space between them disappeared and she felt her body come into contact with his. She desperately wanted to break free of his hold before it was too late, but all she could do was stand there, her body pressed against his, and look up into the mesmerizing magic of his eyes.
What if he tried to kiss her? She honestly didnât know if she had the ability to stop him. She wasnât all that sure she had the desire to stop him, either. She made a feeble attempt at putting an end to the emotionally charged moment crackling between them. Her words came out as a mere whisper.
âFoodâ¦we havenât eaten anything all dayâ¦we, uhââ
âYouâre right.â Two words was all he could manage without giving away too much of what was going on inside him. He hadnât meant to do it, to pull her body against his. Once he had clasped her hand it all seemed to happen of its own volition. He felt her breathing and also felt her tremble. She heated up his desires in a way no other woman ever had. But was this really the time or the place? He didnât have a clue about what to do. He had never before been so uncertain about how to proceed with a woman.
She felt warm, soft and inviting. She was also a four-alarm explosion warning him of sure danger if he didnât let go of her that instant. He released her hand from his grasp and stepped back. He managed to get out some words, not really fully conscious of exactly what he was saying.
âI brought some food with me, but only enough for a couple of days. I noticed you had a supply of canned and packaged foods that donât require
He reached out and lightly touched her cheek, trailed his fingers through her hair, then cupped her chin in his hand. He plumbed the depths of her blue eyes. The tightness pulled across his chest again, accompanied by a shortness of breath and a disturbingly heated rush low in his body. Everything about her excited him far more than he wanted it toâ¦and it scared him. He withdrew his hand, forcing himself to break contact with the silky smoothness of her skin.
âYouâ¦uh, you were saying? Something about rules?â A touch of huskiness clung to his words.
âSaying?â Her heart pounded in her chest. Surely he must be able to hear it. âYesâ¦uhâ¦rules.â The sensual warmth of his touch lingered on her senses. She reinforced her determination. She had to get her mind back on business. She took a steadying breath.
âI work in public relations which means I spend a lot of time smiling and being gracious to people that Iâd sometimes rather ignore. Iâm not interested in spending what I thought was going to be my privategetaway time at my own cabin by being gracious and playing hostess to aâ¦a guest. â
âThatâs it? Those are the rules?â An amused grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, covering the wave of relief that rippled through him. He had been braced for something monumental, not something so obvious. âI certainly donât have any problem with that. In fact, I insist that you not consider me a guest. I can entertain myself and we can split the chores.â He extended a tentative smile. âAgreed?â He held out his hand.
She hesitated, then accepted his outstretched hand. It started as a businesslike handshake, then a second later the sensual warmth totally enveloped her. Logic screamed at her to break the physical contact and back away from him. But just as the moth was drawn to the flame, Dylan Russellâs smooth charm and sexy masculinity drew in her emotions and she felt helpless to prevent it.
Then reality hit her when she realized she was being physically pulled toward him as well.
The look in his eyes told her exactly what was on his mind, yet it was not a look of lust or quick sexual conquest. It was a sensual intensity that she had not been prepared for, one that left her gasping for air. A moment later the space between them disappeared and she felt her body come into contact with his. She desperately wanted to break free of his hold before it was too late, but all she could do was stand there, her body pressed against his, and look up into the mesmerizing magic of his eyes.
What if he tried to kiss her? She honestly didnât know if she had the ability to stop him. She wasnât all that sure she had the desire to stop him, either. She made a feeble attempt at putting an end to the emotionally charged moment crackling between them. Her words came out as a mere whisper.
âFoodâ¦we havenât eaten anything all dayâ¦we, uhââ
âYouâre right.â Two words was all he could manage without giving away too much of what was going on inside him. He hadnât meant to do it, to pull her body against his. Once he had clasped her hand it all seemed to happen of its own volition. He felt her breathing and also felt her tremble. She heated up his desires in a way no other woman ever had. But was this really the time or the place? He didnât have a clue about what to do. He had never before been so uncertain about how to proceed with a woman.
She felt warm, soft and inviting. She was also a four-alarm explosion warning him of sure danger if he didnât let go of her that instant. He released her hand from his grasp and stepped back. He managed to get out some words, not really fully conscious of exactly what he was saying.
âI brought some food with me, but only enough for a couple of days. I noticed you had a supply of canned and packaged foods that donât require
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