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  Normally, Cole could size up the most complex situations in a matter of minutes. Tonight, he couldn’t seem to second-guess the intentions of his own wife. Frowning, he went into his bedroom, intending to take a shower. He pulled off his shirt and belatedly remembered he’d taken a shower an hour before she got here. Now he was acting like a nervous bride.

  He went back to the kitchen, dumped out the iced tea, and decided to have a drink instead. He carried it onto the porch and stretched out on the double chaise.

  He knew damned well Diana wanted him.

  They were attracted to each other. Wildly attracted.

  He’d offered to let her make the decision. She was either having a hard time making one—or she’d made one he wasn’t going to like and was trying to avoid telling him.

  The stars came out, one by one, and the sky darkened until they twinkled like bright jeweled paths across the sky.

  In the guest bedroom, Diana finished brushing her hair at the dresser and debated over what to wear. It was really too early to be in a robe, not to mention transparently suggestive. She decided to put on a pair of white shorts and a bright green silk shirt instead. Cole was probably expecting her to appear in something filmy and revealing. A negligee. Something fragile and lacy.

  She put on a touch of lipstick and thought of Cole expecting a replay of their wedding night, only much more so, and her hand trembled so hard she dropped the lipstick tube. She’d been so intoxicated then that she hadn’t known where, or who, she was, but she knew now, and her stomach cramped with nervous uncertainty.

  What was she doing, letting herself in for this! She picked up the brush and brushed her hair again. Husband or not, Cole was a stranger. An unknown entity who stepped over barriers the size of mountains without qualm or difficulty and showed no concern for repercussions.

  She was concerned enough for both of them. There was no point in denying that after he had left Houston, she had thought of him a thousand times a day, and every thought was sweeter than the last one. And there was no denying that the idea of “honeymooning” here with him had made her knees weak and still did. But now that she was here, there was something wrong with the picture. Although they were legally married, it was clearly understood between them that was temporary. So what Cole had actually suggested in Houston was that they compound and complicate the farce by indulging in an orgy of sex for a week.

  When he presented the idea, he had offered it as a suggestion and left the decision to her. She had decided to do it.

  Now that she was here, it was obvious he’d made assumptions, acted on them, and intended to have things his way. She decided not to do it. At least, certainly not tonight.

  She was not going to relinquish control. She liked being in control of her life, her present, her future, and she normally handled it very well. Except when Cole got involved, and then he turned everything upside down. It was a pattern that needed to stop. It was a lesson he needed to learn.

  Emboldened by that resolve, Diana put the hairbrush on the dresser and left the guest bedroom.

  The rest of the house was dark, but the light was on in Cole’s room, and she assumed he was showering, so she decided to wait for him on the porch.

  She walked outside and closed the door behind her; then she walked over to the railing, looking out at the hills bathed in moonlight. She’d been standing there a full minute when a low-pitched, seductive voice said, “Would you like to join me?”

  Diana whirled around. He was stretched out on the longue, wearing loafers and pants, but his chest was bare, and in her state of mind, the fact that he’d taken off his shirt struck Diana as a deliberately provocative maneuver.

  Her gaze riveted on the bronzed skin that covered an acre of muscled chest and sinewed shoulders; then it shifted nervously to his eyes. He wanted her to join him on the chaise. He’d been out here waiting for her. Her treacherous heart began to beat a little faster.

  Very firmly, Diana reminded herself of her decision. “I don’t think so,” she said with a smile that made her refusal seem, unintentionally but distinctly, flippant and blasé. Unable to fix that, she stayed with it. “I think I’ll get a glass of lemonade, though.”

  As she walked past Cole’s chaise, he caught her hand and forced her to stop and turn. In silence, he studied her face as if he were searching for an answer, and while she was distracted by that, he was slowly pulling her forward. His tone was so gentle that it disturbed her balance as much as his action. “Don’t play games with me, Kitten.” He took her other arm and tugged.

  Diana landed on top of him, her forehead at his chin, his left hand on her upper arm. Bracing her palms beside his shoulders, she levered her chest off of his and stared at him in irate disbelief. His right hand lifted, and his knuckles stroked softly up her bare arm in a patient caress while his gaze held hers. The message in those compelling gray eyes was as clear as if he were whispering it: Make up your mind.

  Diana gazed at the sensual mouth only inches from hers. Inviting mouth. Tender smile. Make up your mind.

  Without volition, her lips moved closer to his, and her heart began to race with excitement. Decide.

  Her eyes drifted closed, and her breath came out in a sigh. She kissed him softly and felt his lips answer, moving on hers, moving with them, while his hands slid up her arms and tightened. She broke the kiss, and he let her, but the body beneath hers was hardening and the gray eyes were beginning to smolder. He laid his palm against her cheek, slowing running it back, curving it around her nape, urging her closer. Again.

  Her arms went weak, and her breasts flattened against his hard chest as his mouth opened on hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His fingers shoved into her hair, holding her mouth imprisoned, while his arm slanted over her hips and he rolled her onto her side, leaning over her.

  His tongue tasted and urged and slowly drove into her mouth while his thighs pressed into her. Rigid thighs. Demanding.

  Her hands pressed him closer; her body strained nearer. He tore his mouth from hers long enough to unbutton her shirt and spread it open, and what he saw nudged him another step closer to the edge. Pert nipples hardened to tight buds tipped two exquisite pale globes that were in perfect proportion to the rest of her.

  He touched the nipple and it tightened more. He bent his head and kissed it, and she moaned aloud and arched her back in a burst of pleasure that startled him with its intensity. Trying to slow himself down, he kissed the other nipple, drawing it into his mouth, and her fingers tightened reflexively in his hair, her back arching higher.

  Stimulated by the expression of her pleasure, his body surged in an urgent desire to do more. With an effort, he made himself slow down and rolled her back on top of him. To his surprise, she pulled her shirt closed and started to get up. He stopped her at the exact moment when she was straddling his erection.

  Diana thought she knew exactly why he’d slowed down. She bent her head to avoid his gaze and self-consciously started to button her shirt over her small breasts.

  A hoarse word stilled her fingers. “Don’t!”

  Her gaze snapped to his, her hands holding the edges of her shirt closed. Cole pulled her hands away so that he could see. “Beautiful,” he whispered, spreading her shirt all the way off her shoulders. He cupped his palms over her breasts, caressing them.

  Diana’s heart began to thunder with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and exquisite pleasure.

  Cole was so attuned to her that his own heart began to hammer, and he suddenly realized that he was actually feeling her reactions in his body. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and his own nipples hardened. “Touch me,” he whispered to her, half afraid of what would happen when she did.

  The shaken sound of his voice made Diana’s hands tremble as she bent low over him and covered his nipple with her lips, teasing it with her tongue. When he drew in his breath sharply, Diana felt the sudden jerk of his hips beneath her as if he were inside her, and suddenly she was yanked forward onto the chaise and