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flesh, feeling full to bursting, breathing words of encouragement and guidance in her ear while he still could. Then, his chest heaving with the force of his breaths, he mated his mouth with hers until the tension centered in his groin exploded and he came, body shuddering, hot semen spurting over their joined hands.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Katarzyna shivered as she pulled on Jake’s T-shirt and athletic shorts. The water was cold by the time they’d dragged their waterlogged bodies from the bathtub. She pulled out the excess length of drawstring in the waistband and knotted it so the nylon shorts clung to the span of her hips. The loaned clothes were massive on her, but they were only temporary until she and Jake retrieved her vehicle and the suitcase in the cargo area. Forgoing socks, she pulled on her sneakers and finger-combed her damp hair.
     
    As prettied up as she was going to be without her makeup case, she turned to the bed—and went hot all over at the evidence of her loss of virginity smeared on the starkly white sheets. She stripped the bed and heaped the sheets in a pile in a corner, hoping the cabin had a washing machine tucked away somewhere.
     
    “Ready?”
     
    Katarzyna spun around. Jake was standing framed in the doorway, dressed in fresh clothes, hooded eyes gleaming, midnight hair mussed. The glove-soft denims hung low on his hips and the black T-shirt lovingly hugged his leanly muscled upper body and arms. Sexy , a voice in her head whispered suggestively, making her very aware of her nakedness under the borrowed shorts. Katarzyna inhaled a lungful of air through her nose and held it for a long moment. She desperately wanted to feel him deep inside her again but, like he said, she couldn’t yet. Her body, sore in places she’d never been sore before, needed time to heal.
     
    Its reprieve would be over at sundown.
     
    With effort, she reined in her wayward thoughts. “Yes, I’m ready to go, Mr. Duquesne.”
     
    “Jake,” he corrected, his voice muffled since he was in the process of pulling on a gray sweatshirt.
     
    “Hmm?” Katarzyna hoped she didn’t betray her disappointment as the sweatshirt settled over his torso.
     
    “After everything, I think we can drop the formality. I sure as hell won’t be calling you ‘Miss Delaney’.”
     
    “Katarzyna it is.” She wrinkled her nose. “Or Kathy, if you find it easier.”
     
    “I prefer Katarzyna,” Jake said, coming toward her, moving with the almost hypnotic fluidity of a jungle cat. He twined a lock of hair around his finger and tugged. “Kathy sounds too insignificant.”
     
    “You and Ella. Outside of my family, very few people can say my name properly.”
     
    “Ella and I both have an ear for languages.” He tucked that lock of hair behind her ear then grabbed her upper arm and led her from the room. From the doorway, he started the Toyota 4Runner—which sat in front of the cabin, covered in a respectable layer of dust—with a remote on his keychain before hustling her inside. The interior of the SUV proclaimed that the vehicle was used for a hell of a lot more than city driving. Water bottles, a day pack, climbing gear and worn hiking boots littered the floor and backseat.
     
    With dawn still a couple hours away, the mountain air was nippy and Katarzyna couldn’t suppress a shiver as she studied the inside of the 4Runner.
     
    “Are you on vacation?” she asked when he was settled in the driver’s seat.
     
    “You could say that,” he said. He twisted around and reached for something from the back. He tossed a windbreaker onto her lap. “Put that on before you turn blue.”
     
    She pulled the garment around her, hugging it tight to her body, trying not to be too noticeable as she inhaled his lingering scent. Her legs were still covered in goose bumps, but at least she’d stopped shivering. He steered the 4Runner onto the narrow road that wound through the mountain, the high beams illuminating the road a