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the stakes. Her arms flailed wildly as she tried to keep her balance.
    Suddenly, she was yanked against a rock-hard chest, looking up into Arran’s hooded eyes. One of his arms wrapped tightly around her while his other hand was splayed on her lower back, holding her against him.
    Ronnie instinctively grabbed hold of him, the thick muscles beneath his wet shirt were warm and solid, his body unmovable, rigid. She blinked through the rain to find his face inches from hers. That tug she’d felt earlier reeled her in quickly, promptly.
    Decisively.
    His gaze dropped to her mouth, and her stomach fell to her feet as she found her lips parted, waiting expectantly for his kiss.
    Her heart raced when she felt the hard ridge of his arousal against her stomach. Heat flooded between her legs, and her knees grew weak.
    His arm tightened a fraction while his head lowered those last few inches. There was no way she could deny the kiss she knew was coming. And she didn’t want to.
    His lids lifted so that golden eyes stared at her, desire blazing for all to see. He pulled back a little, as if containing himself. “You need to be more careful, lass.”
    He said lass as an endearment, soft and beckoning. It took a moment before Ronnie could release him because she didn’t trust her legs to hold her up. When she did, he gave her a slight nod and went back to tying down the tarps.
    She didn’t know what she was more disappointed in—not getting his kiss, or having to relinquish her hold on him. She’d just thought his body amazing. Then she’d touched him, handled those wonderful muscles and felt his heat.
    With both of them checking the rest of the structures, Ronnie was done in half the time, which was good, since her mind was full of Arran and the need still coursing through her. She motioned him to follow her as she ran to her tent, her boots splashing water with each step.
    It wasn’t until she was inside her shelter and turned to watch him dip his wet head and step inside that she wondered what could have made her invite him in? Especially after their near kiss.
    She had given in. He was the one who had kept it together. Maybe that’s why she felt safe enough with him. He wanted her. The evidence was there for her to see in the way his wet jeans molded to his thick erection, but he wouldn’t carry through with it.
    No matter how handsome he was, dangerous was dangerous. Despite how much she argued with herself, she was intrigued by Arran.
    It was a precarious and perilous game she played, but she was confident she wouldn’t make the same mistakes of her past.
    That was, until Arran’s golden eyes fastened on her, then dropped to her breasts, which were outlined by her impossibly wet shirt and tank.

 
    CHAPTER
    THREE
     
    Ronnie could have covered herself with her jacket. She could have turned away.
    Instead, she stood completely still, as if daring him to touch her, to kiss her. To take everything that she was too afraid to offer herself.
    The desire she saw in Arran’s eyes held her transfixed, captivated. A spark of hunger so raw, so visceral flashed in his depths that her breath caught, locked in her chest.
    She was seized, held. Captured. All by the look of need in his golden eyes. When she dragged in a ragged breath, Ronnie could feel her body melting toward him.
    Arran was like a force field pulling her, tugging her. She knew she should turn away, or at the very least pretend she hadn’t seen his reaction. But she couldn’t. It was as if the world stopped for a few seconds, and it was only the two of them.
    He was the first to look away, and Ronnie didn’t want to evaluate how upset she was at that.
    With the fortitude that had gotten her through life, she shrugged out of her jacket and slung it over the chair to dry. She then turned her back to Arran and wiped strands of wet hair from her face. At least her bun had held.
    “Thank you for the help,” she said when she was able to find her voice.
    “I did what