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sing-song quality to it.
    Farley's call was her
     cue to move past staring into the dark brown eyes that were so
     hard to look away from. “Follow my lead and don't talk.” She
     murmured the words against the pilot's mouth after going up on
     tip-toes to press her lips over his. She'd intended it to be a
     harmless kiss, like one given to a least favorite relative, and
     was supposed to be for Farley's benefit. Somehow it didn't turn
     out that way, however. It was doing some strange things to her
     insides.
    It was doing some
     pretty strange things to his insides, as well. He'd been so
     shocked by her forward move that he'd done little to stop her,
     but at her words, he got what she was about. A devilish bravado
     overcame him, not unlike the streak that had allowed the daring
     maneuver he'd performed to get on this green planet. The young
     pilot took advantage of what he was given.
    With an arm now
     around the back of her shoulders, he curled his fingers into the
     warm blanket of her hair and lifted his palm to the back of her
     head where he could control the kiss. Drawing the woman's
     pleasing bottom lip between his, he stroked his tongue across it
     and teased the corner of her mouth. Miguel turned them and put
     his captive's back against the tree, moving to press his hips
     against her to hold her there.
    Lyrianne was lost in
     the pleasure of her first real kiss from a man.
    A town boy just a
     year older than her, had been her first and only crush. Their
     experimenting in the loft of the barn several years before had
     been nothing like this. She could feel the heat building in her
     middle and she didn't want it to stop. When Miguel had pressed
     his hips against her, she'd moaned; a real moan that she had no
     control over. Her own hips answered for themselves by pressing
     back. She didn't want that to stop, either.
    “Lyrianne?” Farley's
     deep voice pulled the girl back to herself and her eyes flew
     open in shock. She'd completely forgotten him. She tried to pull
     her head back but it seemed the pilot wasn't going to let her.
     What she did manage to do was to bite down warningly on his
     tongue to get his attention.
    Miguel had been quick
     enough to follow the game and not bark in stung pride, but
     nearly choked on his abused tongue when the shadow ballooned
     into a mammoth weeble-wobble. And by golly, it had a voice.
    When he broke the
     kiss in self-defense, she turned in his arms. Her voice was
     breathless and shaky. “Farley? What are you doing here?” She
     wrapped her hands around the muscled arm of the pilot, letting
     him support her inability to stand on her own. Her cheeks were
     flushed and her lips tingled as she smiled at her neighbor. “Uh,
     Farley, this is Miguel...” Her voice trailed off into a mumble
     after the first two syllables as she thought what an
     inconvenience such a long name was. Maybe he had a nickname.
     She'd have to ask... Until then, whether he liked it or not, she
     was going to call him Miguel.
    “Miguel is...” Who
     was she to say he was? She couldn't very well say who he really
     was. She said the first thing that popped into her head. “... My
     future husband. We just came back to finish our salvage of the
     wreck.”
    She stepped away from
     the strong arms that had been holding her and stopped in front
     of her neighbor. Farley watched her approach as prey might watch
     the hypnotizing advance of a swamp viper, his mouth hanging open
     and his triple chins spasming when he tried to swallow. He
     gasped when she touched his jumpsuit just below the quivering
     chins, her finger sliding halfway down the man's massive front
     to thump his protruding belly. “You weren't thinking to horn in
     on my salvage, were you, Farley?”
    “Uhhhhh.” The big man
     started to shake his head in denial but was pulled out of her
     spell when Miguel moved slightly. He pushed her hand away,
     glared past her at the stranger then shook his head. “Ain't