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to think he was nonchalant, as though they were discussing the weather, but she’d bet every last dime she had that he wanted her to say yes as badly as she wanted to say it. “Then how should I look at it?”
    “Proposition. Pleasure.” He swung his arms wide and grinned. Shivers of a different sort coasted through her. “Fantasy come true.”
    Bella laughed and the sound wasn’t as strained as she thought it might be. “Whose fantasy? Whose pleasure?”
    “Mine. Yours. Ours. Does it really matter? You want me.” His voice was full of cocky confidence and as much as she wanted to deny it, he was right. He took several steps forward until he was standing eye level with her, his breath fanning her face. “And I sure as hell want you.”
    She might have wondered if he’d been drinking before coming to pick her up at the flower shop, but she knew now he hadn’t. He was serious. “How do you know? That I want you, I mean.”
    “The way you’ve always looked at me. It wasn’t hard to get a clue.”
    “Of course,” she said softly. “Like the secrets I thought I was keeping. I didn’t mean to be that transparent.” There was no need to be embarrassed about any of her high school transgressions now. It was ancient history, and the one good time she’d never had was standing in front of her, offering himself.
    Travis stroked her cheek and she shuddered at the touch. Her nipples tingled and tightened. Her pussy drenched her panties. This was the first time he’d ever touched her and she wanted nothing more than to get down and dirty with him so he’d keep on touching.
    “Transparent is good,” he muttered against her lips. The kiss was quick, barely there at all before his hand dropped away and he pulled back. He betrayed nothing he was thinking or feeling. She chanced looking down but he chuckled, drawing her gaze back to his. “Yeah, I’m hard.”
    Bella flushed again and she whipped around and opened the porch door. She had to get herself under control, had to put a small bit of space between them, or he was going to be backed against the front wall of the house with her climbing up his body as though he were a ladder and she needed to get to the top.
    After years of pent-up want, months of stress and frustration, she needed an outlet—and Travis was exactly that.
    The lake house was cool, thanks to the repaired air conditioning unit, but it did nothing to quell the heat flowing through her.
    Travis followed her inside and the door closed with a soft snick. Her belly flipped and flopped and she thought if she set about doing normal things, such as hanging her purse on its hook, toeing off her sensible loafers and grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge, she might feel as though she wasn’t walking around in a daze of sexual need and emotional confusion.
    She set a bottle on the counter for Travis and walked toward the back of the big and bright combination living room/dining room/kitchen. Two bedrooms and one bathroom rounded out the house.
    Despite the horrid shade of purple on the outside, the inside was soft tones of sea green and pale blue, with accents the color of sand and surf. With the sliding-glass doors on the far side of the room letting in lots of natural light, the home seemed at one with the outdoor surroundings. There was also a deck, off which was a path leading down to the lake.
    She loved the cavernous feel of the common rooms, but Travis’ presence and unblinking stare made everything seem small and tight. “So…how long?”
    “I’d say it’s negotiable.”
    His footsteps echoed on the wood floor and her heartbeat kicked up a notch. His heat seeped through the back of her shirt as he came to stand behind her. She took an unsteady breath. Negotiable. Is forever too long? “C-can I think about it?”
    Travis huffed out a laugh. The sound was followed by water sloshing in a bottle, and in her mind’s eye, his Adam’s apple worked in his throat as he swallowed the cold