‘No one’s around, Felicity; have you forgotten my first name?’

Despite herself, a delicious shiver rippled through her. She tugged again at the material.

‘And you might want to stop doing that.’

His voice rasped across her belly, carnal lust heating between her legs and making her nipples harden until they were almost painful. When she looked at him, it was clear he hadn’t missed her body’s reaction to him and his shale-coloured eyes were almost black with desire.

‘Why?’ She swallowed.

‘Because you’re clearly fighting a losing battle and if you continue then those flimsy straps of yours are going to give way entirely. Those two pathetic triangles of cloth are no match for such...generous contents. It’s a matter of physics.’

With anyone else, Fliss knew she would have prayed for the dusty ground to open up and swallow her. Her mother had told her that they were unattractively oversized, unsuitable for a dancer, and made her look fat. But the gravelly lust in Ash’s tone, raw and unrestrained, suggested a different story. No man had ever spoken to her in quite that tone. It made her feel attractive, glamorous, even sexy.

Something ignited deep inside Fliss. It was like a sign. In two days’ she’d be out of here. Tonight was her last chance to do something utterly out of character with the only man who had ever dislodged her professional mask.

* * *

If she didn’t stop jiggling those incredible breasts around, he was seriously going to lose it.

Ash shifted as discreetly as he could—he was so aroused it was a kind of torture—and he had never been more grateful for his slightly baggy cargo running shorts as he stood, his hands still seared to her bare flesh. Surely no red-blooded male could watch that provocative show without having such a primal reaction? And what made it all the more arousing was the fact that such a stunning woman could be so wholly unaware of just how incredibly sensual she was.

He would stake his life that the bikini didn’t belong to Fliss. From the colour to the cut, it just didn’t seem like something she would choose for herself. But she looked absolutely sensational in it. Then again, she looked equally stunning in even the most unflattering army uniform, complete with dusty body armour. All of which would be considerably harder to divest her of than those three scraps of siren temptation which wouldn’t even stand up to the briefest run-in with his teeth.

A ferocious need pounded inside him. An urge to touch her, taste her, every last hot, slick inch of her. So much for his promise to himself that he would avoid her for the couple of days until the end of her tour. With a supreme effort, Ash dropped his grip and stepped away from her as casually as he could.

It was a mistake.

Instead of lowering the sexual tension, it only seemed to increase it as he was treated to the full head-to-toe effect of Fliss’s body. She had the softest, most feminine curves he thought he’d ever seen. Not to mention a backside that was so perfect he ached to cup it as he pulled her against him.

What the heck was wrong with him?

She swallowed hard before speaking, her voice loaded with intent.

‘Going somewhere?’

Ash could only cock an eyebrow in response. Had any other woman ever had quite this overpowering effect on him?

‘Be very careful, Felicity,’ he warned.

‘Why do you say that?’

She took a step towards him but the slight quiver behind the seductive tone only confirmed his suspicion.

‘Because I can’t offer what you want.’

‘I think you can.’

Another step. His body tightened further but he valiantly ignored it.

‘I can’t give you more than sex.’

‘Who says I want more than that?’

‘You did. When you told me you didn’t do this, remember? But I don’t go for meaningful relationships, I don’t do intimacy. I just do sex.’

Fliss closed the gap between them, so close they could have touched if either of them had raised their arms.

‘I know,’ she murmured. ‘Because sex is what you use as a defence against intimacy.’

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