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nightgown, letting
it drop over her head, the thin, lacy straps settling on her slim
shoulders. Tossing her hair back, she reached for the hem of the
gown, gathering it up to mid-thigh before she slid her panties down
her legs, kicking them off.
    Clenching his hands into fists, he waited,
catching the second glance over her shoulder before realization
kicked in.
    She did all of this for him—a little
performance to drive him crazy with lust.
    It was working.
    Walking to the window, she stood there,
reaching out to grip either side of the frame. She stared directly
at him and he stared back, mesmerized, desperate to see what she
might do next.
    Her lips pursed, delicate dark blonde brows
arched and he swore the expression on her face asked, “Like what
you see?”
    She was innocence and temptation combined.
One minute she was the shy, scared girl and the next, a bold,
seductive woman. He didn’t understand her.
    But he wanted her.
    Christ, how she tempted him. What would she
do if he went to her? Would she be surprised? Or expecting him? He
imagined grabbing her, yanking the nightgown clean from her body.
Take her from behind right where she stood. Against the window, her
lush breasts pressed against the cool glass as he thrust his cock
inside her welcoming body again and again.
    That’s what she asked for, putting on this
little show. She wanted him, he wanted her. But he refused to get
involved.
    In other words, he was screwed.
    Frustration ripped through him and with a
growl, he flicked on the lamp, then reached for his cell phone. Hit
the speed dial for Blake’s number.
    He was going to make her stop. Now.

    Blake’s cell phone rang but she ignored it,
too intent on driving a certain man crazy with desire.
    Was it working? She had no clue. She
couldn’t see him. It was too dark within his room, though the
curtains were open. It would’ve been so much easier if he’d stayed
in the house with her. He reassured her she was safe before he left
for the night. The entire cabin had been bugged or tricked out with
the latest in technology. He’d know if someone entered her cabin
before she would.
    Her cell stopped ringing only to start again
and she gave a little murmur of frustration. Who’d call at this
time of night anyway? Her parents were already in bed and not like
she had any real friends. Not anymore.
    She went to the dresser and checked the
caller ID. Snapping the phone up, she answered it with a breathless
hello.
    His harsh breath sounded in her ear and she
swallowed hard. He sounded angry, agitated.
    He also sounded—dare she think
it—aroused.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” The sound
of his growling baritone made her instantly wet and she squeezed
her legs together to ease the ache.
    “So you are watching.” She couldn’t
help but smile.
    “Blake.” His voice was a warning but she had
no interest in listening.
    “Did you like it, Mason? Do you like what
I’m wearing?”
    “Shut the blinds, draw the curtains,
whatever you have on your window, just cover it.”
    “But then you won’t be able to see me.”
    “That’s the point.”
    “It’s your job to see me. To watch over me,
right?”
    He sighed, the sound blowing directly into
her ear and she shivered. He sounded so forlorn, she almost felt
sorry for him.
    Almost.
    “You need to stop.” The weariness in the
demand softened it considerably.
    “Stop what?” She turned to stare out the
window, wishing she could see him. Was he still watching? Could he
see her sliding her hand over her breast, down her stomach?
    The harsh intake of his breath sounding in
her ear told her yes, he could.
    “Do you want to watch me touch myself?” she
whispered, her heart in her throat. She couldn’t believe she said
it. If he turned her down, she’d cry.
    Oh, she felt wicked. What had gotten into
her? She never behaved like this, was never tempted to put herself
on such blatant display for a man.
    “Jesus, Blake.” His agonized groan sent