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tongued.
    ‘Dakota?’
    He stood up and almost came in his jeans. Robyn sat astride his bike leaning forward to polish the headlamp. Her body moved sensuously with the motion and her breasts threatened to escape her bra. He cleared his throat.
    ‘I think we’re about done.’
    She smiled at him. ‘Are you sure? I was kind of enjoying myself.’
    ‘I bet you were.’
    Her smile disappeared and she clambered off the bike. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
    He threw his cloth into the bucket. Water splashed everywhere. ‘You just don’t give up, do you?’
    ‘Give up what?’
    ‘On your attempts to make me horny.’
    ‘I’m making you horny?’
    She strolled up to him until her breasts rested against his chest, her belly snug against his erection. ‘I’m just cleaning your bike, like you told me to.’
    ‘Yeah, right.’
    Her smile returned as she bent a little at the knees. ‘Perhaps it’s your problem, cowboy. Maybe you’re the one who needs to cool off.’
    She stepped back, hoisted the bucket and threw the entire contents right into his face. With a roar he grabbed for her and the bucket hit the ground. Wet cloth rubbed against soft skin and she squeaked.
    ‘Let me go, you big idiot. You’re getting me all wet.’
    ‘I like you wet.’
    He turned her in his arms and maneuvered her back against the side of his trailer. She looked up at him, her breathing as harried as his. Without further thought he bent his head and kissed her, ravaged her mouth with all the pent-up lust she’d inspired in him since he’d met her.
    She didn’t stop him. Of course she didn’t, he was giving her exactly what she’d wanted all along. But he couldn’t stop, didn’t even care that she’d made a liar out of him.
    Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up and rocked his hard cock against the soft spot between her legs. She moaned into his mouth and he kissed his way down her throat toward the wet swell of her breast and pert nipple. God, he had to taste her, even if it was only for a second.
    Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he suckled and her body moved with his. Even through the soap suds she tasted so fine. He moved across to her other nipple, gave it the same attention until it was as hard as his shaft. Her hands slid between them and she shoved at his chest.
    ‘Are you done?’
    Dakota opened his eyes and raised his head to find Robyn staring at him. Her triumphant grin told him all he needed to know. She’d proved her point. His word was as useless as any man in lust. Carefully he released her. Shame at his behavior crept over him and killed his arousal.
    ‘I’m sorry. I behaved like an ass.’
    Something flashed in her eyes: surprise, shock, dis appointment? He wasn’t sure. He turned to pick up her coat and handed it to her.
    ‘Obviously I lied when I said I wasn’t attracted to you.’ He waited until she covered herself before continuing. ‘But I swear it won’t happen again.’
    ‘And if I wanted it to happen?’
    He touched her cheek. ‘Hell, woman, you don’t know what you want.’
    She frowned up at him, her lower lip trembling. He contemplated her angry face. Yeah, this would be the perfect time to give her his lecture about how all men weren’t the bastards she assumed they were and that she didn’t have to allow herself to be used. With a sigh, he slicked his wet hair away from his face.
    ‘Robyn, if you knew what you wanted you wouldn’t be here with me now. You’d be home with the people who love you.’
    A single tear rolled down her cheek. She hadn’t struck him as a woman who cried to get what she wanted. He caught the tear on his thumb and brushed it away.
    ‘How about you take the key and go back to the motel to wash up. I’ll check the bike is running OK and come and pick you up.’
    She took a deep breath. ‘OK, I’ll do that.’
    He smiled at her. ‘That’s my girl.’
    ‘I’m not your girl and don’t patronize me. You’re the one with the girl’s