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Well, the pain wasn't there. She could feel the building hunger growing inside her without the white-hot flames exploding in painful awareness of the need. But she ached. She was wet. And she wanted nothing more than to lick Lance from head to toe. Sitting in the open living room, Harmony tried to keep her attention on the news program showing on the widescreen television hanging on the wall across from them. Sitting cros
s-legged in one of the broad, comfortable chairs as she worked on her nails, she could see Lance from the corner of her eye.
He was slouched back in the corner of the couch. A large pillow rested behind his back and he held the remote with firm possession at his side.
The position gave Harmony the advantage of tracking every hard muscular line of his body. Long, powerful legs were encased in denim that did nothing to hide the absolutely luscious muscle beneath. He shifted a bit, stretching out more comfortably, drawing her attention to his thighs as they flexed. And she had no business letting her eyes wander to that area, because keeping her gaze from the hard bulge between them was damned impossible.
He was hard. His erection was like a thick wedge beneath his jeans, reaching toward his lower stomach. She jerked her gaze back to the television, but the pretty-boy charm of the newsman had nothing on the rough-around-the-edges, earthy draw Lance projected.
Within seconds her eyes shifted again, moving back to the temptation of the body stretched out in abandon on the couch.
He looked half-asleep. Drowsy-eyed, relaxed. Unthreatening. It was hard to believe this was the man she had allowed to cuff her, to gag her. The man who had kept her belt on, her pants around her thighs and fucked her to dizzying heights.
Her vagina clenched at the memory. She could feel the dampness growing between her thighs as her nipples began to press tighter against the loose tan cotton sleeveless shirt she wore with the wide-legged matching pajama bottoms.
If she sat there much longer, she was going to end up crawling up his body like the cat he called her. And God, wouldn't that feel good. Stroking along his body, licking at every delectable inch of male flesh as she went.
"Is it working?"
His voice jerked her out of the daydream, causing her eyes to widen as she jerked her head around to stare at him more fully.
"What?" Had he known how she was watching him? Hungering for him?
"The hormone therapy. " He lifted his hand, still gripping the remote, and waved it toward her. "Is it working?"
The need to taste him was killing her.
"It's working fine. " She nodded before ducking her head and pulling her gaze from him. She lowered her head and concentrated on buffing her nails.
"Hmm. " The low, dark murmur had her eyes lifting as they narrowed on him.
"What does that mean?"
She expected another of those wicked smiles, or at least a heated look. He was watching her with a slight frown instead, his expression much too serious.
"You're a strong woman," he finally said softly. "Megan said the heat is impossible to ignore, even with the hormones. "
"What do you want me to say, Lance?" She swallowed tightly. "This isn't a comfortable situation for me. "
"Why? You were comfortable enough that night in the bar to come home with me. What's changed, Harmony?"
"A one-night stand…"
"Have a lot of those, do you?" he asked mildly.
"No. " She shook her head, confusion tearing through her. Where the hell was her selfcontrol, her ability to smack a man in place with no more than a look?
She stared back at him, his scent wrapping around her, affecting her senses in a way that threw her system into chaos. Nervous awareness sizzled along her nerve endings as her breathing began to roughen and the arousal began to grow.
"So why should it be different now?" he asked her.
"You weren't a weakness then," she snapped, jumping to her feet as she wrapped her arms over her breasts and paced to the doorway. "You're a weakness now. " He didn't move; he just lay there.
"Running away, Harmony?" he asked as though she intended to do just that.
"This conversation is pointless. "
"You can't run away from yourself forever. Aren't you tired of running by now?" Harmony turned back to him, knowing she wasn't hiding the effect his accusation had on her.
