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end of his final assault.
    “Won’t you call me Miles?” he asked once he had finished.
    Hannah opened her eyes and her gaze slammed hard into his bright green ones. Water still dripped from his thick black lashes and ran down the side of his handsome face from his temples, over his strong cheekbones to his angled jaw.
    Wet and disheveled, he looked more like a man than a demigod. Stripped of the fine high-society veneer, he was even more dangerous than Hannah could ever had anticipated. Because in his current state, she got a glimpse of who he truly was—a flesh and blood man with a grin that made her knees weak and eyes that saw her as she was beneath the layers of her uncle’s reformation.
    His smiled widened when she said nothing, as though he understood her sudden distraction. Which was really rather annoying once she considered it.
    “I think our relationship has extended past stiff formalities, don’t you?” he asked again.
    “We have no relationship,” she replied, needing to create some distance, in theory, if not in physical actuality.
    “Not yet.” He lowered his tone. “I have to admit to being a little disappointed in your efforts to convince me to marry you. It makes me think you may not be taking this challenge seriously enough.”
    This time, Hannah snorted. “You would be right. I am most certainly not taking your silly challenge seriously.” She squirmed in his hold, trying to signal to him that she wished to be released. Instead, he shifted his hold beneath her legs to grasp her more securely around her thighs. She narrowed her gaze but continued, “I have no desire to wed you, Lord Whitely.”
    “You forfeit already? Wonderful!” he exclaimed. “Seduction it is then.”
    “No,” Hannah denied quickly, though heat flashed through her blood at his words. “I told you I will not be seduced and I meant it.”
    His smile curved into a very masculine depiction of satisfaction and triumph. The expression made Hannah’s toes curl and her stomach flutter distractingly. Then he tipped his head toward her until his mouth was just a breath away from hers.
    Hannah could only stare into his eyes. They had darkened around the edges so that only a ring around the center remained vivid green.
    “I have already seduced you, Hannah. You are just too stubborn to admit it.”
    And then he kissed her.
    Boldly. And with a little growl in the back of his throat that went right through Hannah’s resistance like lightning through the night sky.
    Her resistance would have been token and futile anyway.
    The instant his mouth touched hers, Hannah knew he was right. She was seduced. From the moment he had crouched beside her to free her garter and grinned up at her with his devilish gaze to ask if she required anything else.
    When she responded to his kiss with a tightening of her arms around his neck and a shift of her shoulders that pressed her breasts to his chest, he flicked his tongue past her teeth.
    Hannah gasped. That small invasion sparked a conflagration throughout her body.
    She opened to him and twisted in his hold, seeking some deeper connection.
    With another bold and delicious sweep of his tongue, he shifted his arms. Keeping one arm around her shoulders, he released her legs, which allowed her to form the front of her body against the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. The heat of him was startling and consuming, especially when she felt the hard, hot ridge of his erection against her trembling belly.
    She held him tighter, loving the way his large hand palmed her right buttock, kneading and forming her flesh with strong fingers.
    She also loved the taste of him, so masculine, unrestrained and erotic.
    She did not realize he had been moving her through the water until her back came up against the rock wall of the pool, worn smooth by ages of water lapping at its surface.
    Trapped between the rock at her back and the insistently sensual man at her front, Hannah broke from the kiss to draw a