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supposed to be here.”
    Tasir continued to watch her. Well, he continued to watch her breasts underneath the crystal waters of the stream. He had watched those breasts, wondered about the color and size of her nipples last night over and over as they’d argued about so many subjects. It was astonishing to realize that he’d enjoyed talking and arguing with this woman as much as he’d enjoyed watching her melt in his arms.  Her eyes flashed when she was climaxing just as they did when she was heatedly arguing her point.  And she had several valid arguments too.  She wasn’t just a pretty face.  A rare combination that incited his lust. 
    His fingers had felt those nipples for only a brief moment before she had pulled away from him. Now, he was feasting on the view of those perfect, pink nipples underneath the water. And there was no way that he was going to look away.
    “I didn’t know that you had any ownership of the stream,” he retorted.
    She crossed her arms over her chest, forcing his eyes to move upwards and focus only on her eyes. “You’re not welcome here,” she almost yelled at him. “Go away.”
    Even from this distance she saw the sardonic eyebrow rise at her command and knew that he was going to ignore her words. That same sensation that she’d experienced last night started tingling low in her belly, moving downwards to that secret place between her legs that she was so mortified of.
    “Under the circumstances, you can’t really expect me to follow that order, can you?”
    Jalayla gritted her teeth at his continued refusal to back away. “Fine!  You can have the stream.  Just turn around so I can dry off and get dressed.”
    He shook his head, telling her in no uncertain terms that he was not moving. “Give me one good reason why I should.”
    Under other circumstances, perhaps when his heated gaze wasn’t searching through the water as he tried to see her nakedness, Jalayla knew that her brain would be able to function properly.  But as he stood there, his feet planted firmly apart in an aggressive stance, she shivered with all of those embarrassing, terrifying feelings she knew she should ignore.  So her brain wasn’t functioning at full capacity and the combination of her nakedness, his look, and those annoyingly broad shoulders was bringing whatever brain efficiency she normally had to rock bottom levels. “Because you’re a gentleman.”
    Once again, that irritating man simply shook his head.
    Her mouth fell open in shock at his response.  “Are you seriously telling me that you’re not a gentleman?”
    Those firm lips that had been set in a straight line, slowly quirked upwards into a smile that tightened the muscles in her stomach. “At what point during our short relationship have you ever mistakenly thought of me a gentleman?”
    He had a valid point. Jalayla wanted to stomp her feet in frustration, but she was in the water and stomping wasn’t as effective. Besides, it was childish and pointless. She had to focus all of her energy on getting out of this situation.
    Unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to focus on anything except Tasir.  Because, a moment later, her startled eyes caught him starting to unbutton his own shirt. “What are you doing?” she demanded nervously.
    He shrugged out of his shirt and she couldn’t stop her eyes as they drifted down to that amazing chest that she’d seen last night. A part of her wished that she had explored that magnificent expanse of muscle and skin but she had been too overwhelmed with all of the other sensations that had been ripping through her and she hadn’t taken advantage of that opportunity.
    When his fingers moved to his belt she gasped and actually took a step backwards. “What are you doing?” She had to use her arms to regain her balance because she’d stumbled over a hidden rock in the water. But as soon as she had reestablished herself, she pulled her arms back around her body and re-covered her