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glitter. ‘What a twit,’ she said, spots of colour hitting her cheeks. ‘I can’t believe I did that.’
    She trembled, and small white teeth dug into her full bottom lip. He forced his gaze away, so desperate to taste her he thought he might explode.
    A scarlet line marred the soft flesh at the base of her thumb. ‘Ouch,’ he murmured.
    Get your head out of your pants, King. She’s hurt.
    He thrust her hand over the sink, the punches of her pulse under his thumb making him light-headed. Leaning over her to turn on the cold water tap, he strained to keep their bodies apart. She flinched and he caught a lungful of her scent. His own shampoo layered with something spicy and unbearably erotic. Sweat popped out on his brow—and the irony of the situation struck him. After six months of nothing, he finally had lift off, poised to launch into orbit at the most inappropriate moment imaginable.
    The tap gurgled and the water gushed out. She jumped as it splashed onto her palm, jerked back instinctively. And her bottom pressed straight into the colossal erection.

CHAPTER FIVE
    WHAT on earth was that?
    Maddy’s eyes popped wide, the smarting pain in her hand forgotten as her nipples shot to attention and her erogenous zones went into meltdown.
    A hissed curse brushed her earlobe as he shot back, letting go of her wrist.
    Maddy stood stock-still, watching the water flow over her hand. She couldn’t feel it. The skin of her palm had gone blessedly numb. Unlike her buttocks, which felt as if they’d been branded.
    To paraphrase Mae West, either her host had an iron bar in his pocket or he was very pleased to see her. The knowledge both petrified and excited her … But not necessarily in that order.
    With all her senses on red alert, the trickle of water and the patter of slowing rain sounded almost as deafening as the low murmur of his breathing and hers. She could smell him, that tantalising hint of seawater and pine soap, feel electricity crackling along her skin at his nearness. He hadn’t moved away, but stood as still as her, just out of reach.
    What the heck should she say? She turned off the tap, scared to look round and more scared not to.
    ‘I …’ she began. ‘Um …’ Heat prickled the hairs on the back of her neck.
    Good one, Mads. That’s articulate.
    He cleared his throat loudly, making her jump.
    ‘It’s not what you think,’ his deep voice rumbled out and her nerve-endings sizzled, before she registered the meaning.
    What?
    She twisted round and her gaze landed on the enormous bulge in the front of his faded jeans. As her nerve-endings short-circuited, she tried to make sense of his statement.
    ‘I don’t know what you think I’m thinking—’ she raised her eyes to his face ‘—but, if that’s not one of the biggest erections I’ve ever seen, I’d really like to know what it is.’
    He raised his palms. ‘Okay; you’ve got me.’ His lips quirked. ‘You’re not annoyed?’ he said, sounding relieved.
    ‘No, I’m not annoyed,’ she replied, realising she wasn’t, not even slightly. ‘Despite the pact.’
    His brow furrowed. ‘The what?’
    ‘Never mind.’
Shut up, Mads, and focus.
    She glanced back down. Wow, he was magnificent—and obviously as interested in her as she was in him. Which meant she had two options here.
    She could be a girl about this and revert to type. Tie herself up in knots about whether Rye King would make a suitable mate and run off screaming into the night. And her erogenous zones might calm down in about a decade or two.
    Or she could be a guy about it. Snatch the opportunity and take what she wanted for once without worrying about the consequences. And put her erogenous zones in a very happy place indeed.
    ‘I hate to rush you.’ He tucked a knuckle under her chin and lifted her face to his. ‘But if you’re not annoyed—’ histhumb rubbed across her bottom lip ‘—could you tell me what you
are
? Exactly?’
    She grinned, the charge of