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dream-clouded memories. A visceral reaction she attributed to simple chemistry. Pheromones.
    Because there was nothing familiar about his masculine scent. Nothing at all.
    Oh, Arianna, you are such a liar.
    Ordering herself to focus, she tipped her head back. Like a cat playing with her meal, she licked her lips as her fingers began a leisurely stroll up the man’s chest. The ploy, which brought confusion to his eyes, backfired, however, when an unexpected rush of take-me-now sizzled through her veins. Not that he remained unaffected by her touch, she noted, as something hot and smoky incinerated the perplexity in his eyes.
    Trapped in that fiery gaze, Arianna was becoming entangled in her own web of deception. Her breath caught at the sensation of an ephemeral caress, the back of fingers skimming one cheek. It was a lover’s touch. Slow and intimate. And familiar.
    Yes, God help her, she recognized that touch.
    Suddenly the cool night air began to warm and thicken, her body growing slow and fluid. The hungry look in his eyes effectively erased any thought of self-preservation.
    She moistened her lips, then shuddered as his heated gaze lowered to follow the movement. Her eyes drifted shut and she breathed him in. Yes, blindfolded, she would have known him, would have recognized him anywhere by his scent alone. Mountain air and rainwater clean, his was the fragrance of a night creature. Wild and free, he was a man who wouldn’t be ensnared by the rules of polite society.
    Arianna let her head fall back. Her hands trailed upward, mapping incredibly broad shoulders. His too-long hair tickled her wrists as she overlapped them behind his neck. What was happening here, she didn’t know, nor, frankly, did she care. She had longed for this encounter, for this impossible moment, for far too long. Forever it seemed. And now she had only to pull his mouth down to hers, to reacquaint herself with his minty flavor, with the heady taste of the one and only man she had ever loved.
    But as she tugged, she felt resistance. Her eyes drifted open—and met the amused male triumph in his gaze. Confused for a moment, then mortification seeped in, painting her cheeks with a flush of embarrassment.
    “Jerk,” she whispered, trying to control the breathless quality of her voice.
    She failed miserably. Either that or he had read the humiliation flaming her face. Either way, his head tipped to the side, his eyes softened.
    Oh, man, now he was feeling sorry for her. Could this thing get any worse?
    “Hey,” he murmured.
    Arianna pushed at his chest. “No, just let me go.” She went to step backward and stumbled. His arms slid around her waist to steady her. Trapped against his chest, she dropped her head forward onto her hands. She would die, literally die , if he were ever to learn how much that small embrace had touched her.
    Still locked against his body, she could feel herself melting into his embrace. She was losing it here, needed to put some space between them, get her head straight. Desperate to break free of the mesmeric hold he seemed to have on her, she tried to pull away, but again, he resisted the movement.
    Being restrained set off an alarm that blew the cobwebs from her brain.
    Her reaction was automatic, not thought out at all, as she gathered fistfuls of leather from either side of his jacket. And she watched his stormy gaze transform into one of stunned disbelief, as she brought up her knee….

Chapter Four
    T here was a harsh, guttural spit of something muttered in Gaelic. Crystalline eyes flashed hard and dark with the threat of murder as the Irishman evaded her assault with the grace of a dancer. In a single, fluid move, he spun her in a perfect pirouette and cuffed both of her hands behind her in one of his. His right arm banded across her chest and he hauled her against him. Hard. An apt description, she noted, for every blatantly male inch of the body now imprinted indelibly against her spine.
    Holy crap. “Let go of