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She couldn't stop, and it made her slow and clumsy. As she fought for breath, her arms shook, throwing off her aim. Wheezing, she held up a hand. "Truce! Cease fire."
Snow splatted high on her chest and into her face. "I can't hear you," Roarke said, moving steadily forward. "Did you say, 'I surrender'?"
"No, damn it." She fought to snort in air, grabbed weakly for ammo, then let out a laughing scream when he jumped her.
She went down, spilling into the thick cushion of snow with Roarke on top of her. "Maniac," she managed and concentrated on getting her breath back.
"You lose."
"Did not."
"I seem to be on top of things, Lieutenant." Aware just how tricky she could be, he clamped his hands over hers. "You're now at my mercy."
"Oh yeah? You don't scare me, tough guy." She grinned up at him. The black ski cap he'd pulled on was crusted white with snow, the glorious hair that spilled out of it wet and gleaming. "I mortally wounded you a half dozen times. You're a dead man."
"I think I have just enough life left to make you suffer." He lowered his head, nipped lightly at her jaw. "And to make you beg."
His tongue traced her lips and blurred the edges of her mind. "If you're getting ideas about starting anything out here…"
"What?"
"Good," she said and arched up to find his mouth with hers.
Hot and hungry from the first. With a little sound of greed, she took more. It burst through her, that wild, climbing need she'd only felt with him, for him. Trapped in the swirl of white, she gave herself to it.
"Inside." He was lost in her. No one else had taken him as deep as she could. "We need to go inside."
"Put your hands on me." Her voice was rough, her breath already ragged. "I want your hands on me."
He was tempted to rip away at the tough, thin suit, to find the flesh beneath. To sink his teeth into it. He yanked her up until they were sitting in the depression of snow, tangled and breathless.
They stared at each other a moment, both stunned at how quickly the mood had changed from playful to desperate. Then her lips curved. "Roarke?"
"Eve?"
"I think we should go in and give these snow people some privacy."
"Good idea."
"Just one thing." She moved into him, slid her arms around him, brought her mouth teasingly close. Then, snake-quick, tugged the collar of his suit out and dumped snow under it.
He was still hissing when she scrambled to her feet.
"Cheat."
"You can make me pay for it when I've got you naked."
As cold shivered down his back, he pushed himself up. "I'd be delighted."
• • • •
They started in the pool, in the fluid curve where with a mere touch of the controls, the water churned and went steamy. There in the pulsing heat, he put his hands on her however he liked, driving them both from edge to edge, yanking them back, time after time just short of full release.
She was dizzy, weak, her body teetering on the brink, when he dragged her to her feet. Water cascaded from them and steamed up in clouds.
"In bed," was all he said, and he swept her up to carry her from the pool to the elevator.
"Hurry." She pressed her face against his neck, nipped her teeth into it.
