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right angle. His tongue swept in, meeting the thrust of hers, her lips nipping at his, her nipples pressing against his chest, sending riotous signals to every nerve ending in his body.
    She was tiny, almost fragile, but, God, could she kiss. The fierce scrape of her nails on his back beneath his shirt, the way she leaned against him, holding nothing back . . .
    The low moan in the back of her throat . . . It undid him.
    He ran his hand lower, cupping her ass, pulling her into position. He’d love to wrap her legs around him, but that’d mean letting go of the sensuous fall of damp hair caressing his skin and that just wasn’t an option at the moment. He could picture it draped over him as she straddled him, her breasts, heavy in his palms, swaying with their rhythm.
    God, the image . . . He deepened the kiss, his tongue doing what his cock wanted to. He was so hard he ached . . .
    He slid his lips to her cheek, tasting the hint of her arousal beneath the rain, tilting her head back, feeling her breath harsh against his ear. He dipped into the hollow below her jaw, her pulse pounding against his lips as he slid them up to her lobe, catching it between his teeth, tugging, and her head fell back. Moist, creamy skin his for the taking, a brush of his lips, the swirl of his tongue—
    Hell, he was in a lot of trouble. This wasn’t part of his plan. He was supposed to be devising a scheme to get her out of here, not kissing her senseless.
    Yet he couldn’t seem to stop. Kissing her might not be the smartest
business
decision he’d ever made, but by God, he thought it might be the best
life
decision he’d ever made.
    And then the damn pig butted him in the ass.

Chapter Five

    S EAN jerked his head to look into those eyes he’d wanted to drown in moments ago—and wanted to go under again.
    But, good God, this was a really bad idea.
    “If your pig thinks he’s a cat, why is he acting like a guard dog?” He needed to put some sense into the moment and if guard pigs were it, then he was definitely in a lot of trouble.
    But it did the trick; Livvy’s eyes danced with laughter. “Reggie’s a little, um, jealous of anyone who gets more attention than he does. It could be Calliope, it could be Rhett. He doesn’t have anything against you specifically.”
    Oh, yes, Reggie did. The pig’s
snout
was against him. In a very inopportune spot. One toss of the animal’s head and Sean would be singing soprano for a while. “Care to call him off?”
    Livvy chuckled again and took a step back. Sean felt the loss immediately. But he also felt Reggie ease away. The thing glared at him as it did so.
    Sean nodded at the animal. “Effective.”
    Livvy shrugged—and it did way too many good things to the thin shirt still plastered to her chest. If Reggie hadn’t grunted a warning, Sean would have closed the gap between them again.
    That, however, wouldn’t be smart. He had to stay far, far away from Livvy Carolla.
    But then she tossed her curls over her shoulder, the curve of her neck reminding him he hadn’t gotten to taste that part of her yet.
    “Why’d you do that?”
    Because it’d been a better idea than getting her upstairs and out of those clothes. “You mean kiss you?”
    She nibbled on her index finger and Sean wanted to groan. The tip of her tongue, a hint of pink, that sweet tart taste of apples . . .
    “Uh, yeah. That.”
    “A guy needs a reason to want to kiss a sexy woman?”
    She snorted. “Oh, puh-leaze. I look like a drowning poodle.” She brushed her hands in front of her skirt and looked down . . .
    And saw what he saw.
    Those amber eyes shot back to his.
    He tried to hide his smile. “I don’t think so.”
    “Yeah, well . . .” She drew her hair forward and hunched her shoulders, crossing her arms for more protection.
His
protection, if she only knew. “Do you make a habit of kissing rain-drenched women? Must make you quite the popular guy. I’m surprised no one’s rearranged