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from him, she lost her grip.
    He settled his hands on her breasts. And looked at her. Just looked at her.
    Blood slid out of the wound at his side and, driven by the rush of water, washed along his sculpted ribs. Blood dripped onto her belly and down the drain.
    She was proud she’d wounded him, glad he was in pain.
    Then she looked deep into his fierce blue eyes, and her body was suspended in a bubble composed of an intoxicating cocktail of hatred and desire.
    He used his thumbs to taunt her, caress her, offer a slow, sweet enticement.
    The world inside the shower curtain was warm and intimate. Her nipples tightened, thrusting into his palms. The water rained down on them, wetting his shoulders, her face, their entwined bodies. The pounding of her heart slowed, and her eyelids grew heavy.
    She took a long, measured breath. . . . Seduction was so easy for him.
    She was so easy for him. The thought roused her, infuriated her. Shouting, “No!” she knocked his hands away and slammed her fist toward his nose.
    She didn’t make contact.
    He was too fast. He was too experienced. He caught her around the waist and turned her onto her belly.
    She got her elbows underneath her and easily levered herself up. Too easily; he was waiting for her.
    He reached around her and unsnapped her jeans.
    “You son of a . . .” She headed over the edge of the tub.
    Again, she’d made it easy for him. He could never have wrestled the wet denim off, but he held her waistband and she crawled right out of them. He let her tumble out of the tub and onto the mosaic of cold ceramic tile, then followed her out. He grabbed her ankle as she rose to run. She let him jerk her off her feet, then kicked at the wound on his ribs.
    The breath left his lungs in a wrenching groan. He lost his grip. Caught her ankle again. Wildly, she used her free foot to lash out at him.
    But he dodged, dodged again, and the third time, he caught her other ankle. He had control of her legs. He yanked her knees out from under her. Her belly slid onto the cold tiles. He dragged her toward him, and when she tried to claw the floor and slow her progress, he laughed . . . softly.
    It was like being drawn into a furnace fired by lust. Water dried on her skin as he pulled her into his grasp. He used his broad hands to open her legs, then walked them up her calves, her knees, her thighs. He reached her hip, and briefly his fingers lifted.
    She took the opportunity to struggle another yard toward the bedroom.
    He used both hands to rip one thin strap of her thong. Her panties sagged, hanging on one hip. Then he captured her again.
    Her stomach twisted in fear and fury.
    And, God help her, anticipation.
    He kissed one buttock; then when she tried to reach around and slap him, he bit her, a small, sharp sting of retribution. He slid one arm under her hips and used that as leverage to push her underneath him. He rested on top of her, pressing her into the floor.
    The tiles were cold. And hard.
    He was heavy. And hot. And hard. His erection pressed between her legs. Nothing but the thin nylon of her panties barricaded her from his intrusion.
    He smelled like soap and man and sex that lasted for languid hours.
    He infuriated her. “You coward,” she said.
    “Coward? My darling, what do you mean?” His voice was a purr of satisfaction.
    “Are you afraid to let me face you? Afraid I’ll hurt you again?”
    He stilled; then with his hands at her waist, he turned her.
    She stared into his eyes, blue, but no longer cold. They blazed with passion, with need . . . with a knowledge she could not deny.
    “My God, I have missed you.” Reaching up, she grabbed his hair, damp from the shower, and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him deeply, tasting for the first time in two years the flavor of Caleb D’Angelo, her one, her only lover.

Chapter 4

    C aleb responded to Jacqueline’s aggression with an aggression of his own, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth while his hands