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Entering the kitchen, she went over to the sink

“Dammit, we’re not done”

“Oh, we’re done all right,” she said without turning around, starting to rinse a glass “Done, over, finished”

He laughed derisively “If you believe that, petunia, then leprechauns live at the end of the rainbow”

“What I believe, Rafferty,” she said, turning around, “is that you need to cool off!”

A spray of cold water hit him square in the face before he could react “What the—!” Raising his arms to shield his face, he stalked toward her

They wrestled with the hose fro them both, until he was able to yank the nozzle out of her hand

He was about to let her know exactly what he thought but then his gaze dropped a notch, connecting with the front of her white shirt, which was plastered to her, her nipples clearly visible through the clingy fabric of her wet bra and shirt

His blood heated

She raised her arms to shield herself

“Don’t,” he muttered

She went still “Damn you, Rafferty,” she whispered “I don’t want this”

He raised his gaze,her eyes “Whether ant it or not seems almost beside the point,” he said in a bemused voice “It’s there between us and always has been”

She tossed her head, wet strands of hair sending droplets onto them both “I don’t knohat you mean”

“Liar,” he chided softly,before her

They were practically toe-to-toe now He let his eyes drop down to her mouth, which parted on a soft breath

“That’s right, darling,” he taunted “Let me see how you feel”

Her eyes sparked fire “Go to—”

His head swooped down then and he sed the end of her sentence in a kiss that was searing and desperate—as searing and desperate and hot as his need for her

He was still running on the remnants of the adrenaline that had started earlier in the parking lot, except that now the reality of their near brush with death, y into a need for sexual release Even understanding as provoking hih for his intellect to overcome his baser instincts

Shehi in his hair, anchoring him

He lifted her up onto the kitchen counter, sandwiching hihs

The need to affir

Hotkisses He hungered to be inside her, to give vent to his frustration by seeking the release he kneaited him there

He lifted his head and yanked her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt, popping the buttons on the front of the garment in his haste to rid her of it

When he’d peeled the shirt off of her, he bent his head to close his h the fabric of her bra

She asp “Connor!”

He shifted his e her forward toward his mouth

He felt her fingers threading through his hair, her breath coasped

Her need inflamed him

Raising his head, he let her tug him back to her as she pulled at the bottom of his shirt to loosen it from his jeans

Their movements were jerky and desperate as they both attempted to rid him of his wet shirt

As the shirt dropped to the floor, he realized they weren’t going to be able to waithis jeans and tugging the zipper doard

“Yes,” she said breathlessly

He fuers pushed aside her underwear Testing and finding her warroaned

“Connor,” she said, her voice cloudy with passion

He shifted, pulling her forward to the edge of the counter, and then over, sliding her down on him even as he pushed upward