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were curled into that wonderful, wistful smile. He froze. All that the cold water had done for him, the sight of her undid. She had shed her bathing suit somewhere; she was naked as a nymph and twice as provocative. Her hair flared about her like a siren’s temptation, and what little the teal maillot had hidden from him was displayed to him now. She was a full head smaller than he, slim, but proportioned. Her breasts were high and full and rounded; her nipples were the color of rich berries and were less than an inch from his chest. Her waist was tiny; his hands could span it. But then her hips flared out, and her rump was very femininely rounded and in a second he was going to give in to the temptation to cradle his hands there and discover their shape for himself.
    She pulled her hands from his grasp and rested them against his chest just below his shoulders. “I was dreaming about you,” she whispered, and then she inched toward him. Her lips touched his chest and her belly came in contact with the hard rise of his manhood that he could no longer control.
    â€œOh, Lord,” Mike gasped out as her tongue, warm and sweet as heated honey, raked over his collarbone.
    â€œI was missing you, and you came to me….”
    â€œOh, Lord!” Mike grated out. His pulse had taken on the beat of the shower, and the ice cold water seemed to steam. He was fire; he was throbbing, aching heat. She had moved against him, nipples raking his chest arousingly, sinuous body sliding along his, her kisses touching him; lower and lower, her whispers silken and sultry and yearning …
    For another man!
    The only thing that pierced the savage tempo of his own desire was the tone of her voice; something in it that hinted of a loss he knew. She had loved once, deeply. And with his drug he had conjured up an image of that love.
    Grating his teeth together, he caught her shoulders. He drew her up, he forced her eyes to his. “No!” he yelled at her, shaking her roughly. “No! Listen to me, dammit. I’m not made of stone! This is a drug. You’re going to hate me—”
    â€œI couldn’t possibly hate you,” she interrupted flatly. “I love you.”
    â€œNo, no, no!”
    Exasperated, Mike turned off the water. Soaking wet, he lifted her into his arms, and returned her to her bunk. And then he grinned suddenly, looking down at her perfect form, still aching but now aware of the ironic humor of the situation. “Listen, honey, you glance at me, sideways when you’re not under the influence, and I’ll have you on your back beneath me so fast you’ll never know what hit you. That’s a promise. But for right now, you’ve got to go back to sleep.”
    She smiled, and her eyes closed obediently.
    For a moment he remained standing above her. He couldn’t totally resist temptation; absently, he stretched out a hand, feathering through the lush strands of hair that tangled in disarray over the pillow. And then his hand was moving again, over her cheek. It was soft. So soft. His knuckles grazed her breast, and then the pure sleek flesh of her abdomen. So delicate, so lovely …
    â€œArggh!”
    Swearing against the stupidity of the clod who had put him in his present situation, Mike stamped back to the bathroom and snatched up his robe. It further irritated him to discover that not even the robe could hide his aroused physical state.
    He tried to keep his eyes averted from her as he passed back through the cabin, but he couldn’t. And he realized that she might be cold. Moving carefully, he clenched his teeth and maneuvered her beneath the covers.
    Please, God, he prayed silently, let her sleep the drug off this time!
    He left her, carefully closing the door behind him. He reminded himself strictly that he was a scientist and switched on the lab monitors. The boy, he noted from the picture on the tiny screen, was very definitely out like a light.
    And she