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heart pounded against her ribs, the rush of blood in her ears deafening as he staked his claim. His lips toyed with hers, tasting, testing before he delved his tongue inside, not with urgency, but with ease.
    Heaven help her, the man could kiss . He knew just what to do to make her squirm, to want more, to drive her insane. His intent stood loud and clear between them – he would not be rushed.
    While he feasted on her mouth, the rest of her body screamed for attention. Her hands roamed the wide expanse of his back, his sides, while his hands simply relaxed in the hair fanned out behind her head.
    Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rachel made her feelings known. She deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as he followed her queue. Rachel heard his breathing catch and crescendo, as his once complacent hands held her head steady for his invasion.
    Shifting to wrap a leg around his thigh, she felt his hard length against her. Taking his hand, she guided it to her breast. When his palm covered her, Rachel broke the kiss, gasping for breath. “Oh Tris, yes .”
    Pulling up her shirt, Tristan took her breast in his mouth. Rachel cried out as intense pleasure washed over her like the waves below them. She held his head to her, his mouth creating a hunger inside she’d never felt before. When his hand kneaded her other breast, she knew she’d go mad if they didn’t make love.
    “Tris, please don’t…”
    He tore away his mouth, his breathing labored. “Damn, I’m sorry. I should’ve stopped this a long time ago.” He lowered her shirt and ran a hand down his face.
    What? No!
    “Have you lost your mind?” Rachel sat up and glared at him.
    “Rachel, this was going somewhere fast and I don’t know if I could’ve stopped in another two seconds.”
    “Maybe I didn’t want you to stop.”
    He groaned when she rubbed her palm against the evidence that he felt the same way. He stayed her hand.
    “I guarantee you, tomorrow morning you would have been pissed at me, yourself, and Aidan.”
    She snatched away her hand. “Oh, so now you’re going to make an executive decision and deny us both what we want?”
    “Aidan trusted me to take care of you. I’m not much of a friend right now.”
    Rachel jumped to her feet and glared down at him. “I’m darned tired of you and Aidan making decisions about my life. If I want to have wild sex with you, I have a right to do it.”
    Jumping up, he glared down at her this time. “Well, that would be a little difficult without my consent.”
    “A few minutes ago, I had it.”
    Running his hand through his hair, Tristan let out a deep breath. “Rachel, you know what kind of life I lead. If we made love tonight, it would go nowhere. Aidan would kill me. You’re engaged. And I…”
    “What?”
    He shook his head. “Never mind.”
    Pulling her into his arms, he gave her a long, thorough, muscle-stealing kiss. Just when she thought he’d changed his mind, he broke away.
    Looking around on the ground, he bent and picked up a rock. Opening her palm, he dropped it inside. “Since the gift shop isn’t open…”
    Rachel just stared at him. He just blew off the most amazing make out session of her life as no more than a vacation memory.
    Remember when we went to Dunnottar Castle that one time? We walked through the grounds and had the hottest make out session ever on the cliff overlooking the North Sea? Yeah, here’s a rock.
    “ Let’s go home, Rachel.”
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    Wasn’t he just here? Whack .
    Tristan wiped the sweat from his face with his forearm. Not only was he back in the cage again, he was in worse shape than he was hours earlier. He could officially call himself an idiot of the highest regard.
    He’d tasted Rachel Monroe. She’d lain beneath him, kissing him like it was her last request and he’d… turned her away.
    Whack . He ached to the point of pain.
    Unfulfilled desire was a sonovabitch. Why had he done it to himself? To them? For some sense of