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daggers through her temple. She slammed her eyes shut, chasing away the shooting pain in her head, only to discover a simmering heat blooming in her gut.
    Naked . She was naked...in bed...with a man. A naked man. And his naked fingers were exploring her naked flesh. Good grief, what had she done?
    “Mornin’,” the deep voice murmured in her ear.
    “Mm,” she mumbled back.
    Roaming fingers pulled sweet sensations from the recesses of her mind. Last night was all coming back to her. Kirk, the drinks, the laughter, the dancing. Oh, the dancing.
    They’d done the two-step, the jive, an embarrassing rendition of the jitterbug, and a slow easy sway that couldn’t truly be classified as dancing. With her cheek against his shoulder, and her body tucked against his, molded to him like a second skin, it wasn’t any wonder they’d eased out of the disco, down the hall, and into the elevator without allowing an inch of space to grow between them. The moment the metallic doors closed behind them, his mouth had found hers. Heat on heat, the combustion had been instantaneous.
    Entwined like a pair of tropical vines, they'd stumbled their way to her cabin. Once inside urgency had ruled. Buttons popped, seams tore, and fabric flew. He’d taken her fast and hard and sent her body into frenzied spasms of pleasure she hadn’t believed possible. By the time they drifted off to sleep, she’d understood what her coworker Pam had been raving about all these years.
    Now, heaven help her, she wanted to do it all over again. But the angel on her shoulder, shocked to find Michelle in bed with a virtual stranger, chastised her for being so reckless. The voice of reason urged her to find her clothes, pack her bags, get off at the next port, escape temptation, and return as fast as she could to her orderly sensible life.
    Just as reason began to take hold, as duty pushed passed desire, Kirk’s warm mouth nibbled on her neck, sending shivers down her very tense spine.
    “Delicious. Micki mine,” he whispered against her burning skin.
    Oh, yeah. His hungry mouth worked a path of hot, moist, and nerve-tingling kisses down her neck and across her shoulder.
    Like the tide pulled by the moon, her body shifted, turned in his arms, and bowed against him. Hard meeting soft, velvet and silk, heat to heat.
    To hell with reason.
     
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    Maybe she’d gone too far this time. Her legs ached, and if she shifted the wrong way, she would get the mother of all wedgies, again.
    Why did people think this was fun? Every touch was like gripping paint-covered sandpaper, not really smooth, not really rough. All for what? To reach the heights and ring the dang bell.
    When Michelle saw one of the rock climbers get a shock from touching the metal screws on the next grip and come sliding back down, she almost handed over her harness and walked away. Then a kid half her size rang the bell, glided to the bottom, landed with a spring to his step, and her fears seemed grossly out of place.
    Now, halfway up the wall, she was rethinking her strategy. Would she really look that foolish if she just gave up and slid down? Then again, if what goes up must come down, she might as well come down from the top. It was that kind of crazy thinking that had gotten her here in the first place, letting the idea of Micki Bradford, adventurous fun-loving woman, get the better of her. No matter what nickname Kirk called her by, deep inside she was still boring, sensible Michelle, who had to be out of her mind to climb halfway up a fake mountain.
    One step at a time . She blew out a resigned breath and pushed with her legs. She could do this. Fighting the urge to look down, she reached for the next groove in the wall and the next. Eyes upward, the insurmountable distance to the top had shrunk to just one more reach. Stretching, careful not to swing away from the wall, arm extended, she pulled on the string.
    The bell clanged and something inside her soared. She’d done it! She’d