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A flicker of movement catches my eye, and I look up sharply to see Scarlett standing framed by two tall trees. She’s wearing a snug white sweater that does very little to her hide her lush-as-fuck tits. It’s paired with a flared navy skirt that skims her knees and leaves her calves bare.
Jesus, she’s got great legs.
Scarlett’s gaze travels the length of my bare torso, a slow perusal that makes my blood run hot. I know I should tell her to go back inside, to stay away from me, but the words don’t come.
My blood feels like fire in my veins. Exertion, adrenalin…the pressure the decisions I must make.
And now her.
I’m a simmering pressure cooker of rage and frustration and some kind of hunger.
She stares at me speechlessly, licking her lips. Deep brown eyes flicker down my damp chest again and she swallows. I glance down too, then stare back at her, a slow smile beginning to form.
***
Scarlett
The axe splits the log in two with a crack that echoes through the forest.
My heart stutters at the sight of Anton, shirtless and glistening with sweat. Muscles flex and strain under tanned skin as he lifts another log into place.
Heat pools low in my belly, thighs clenching at the memory of those powerful hips pinning me in place. I lick my lips, imagining the taste of salt on my tongue as it traces the lines of his abs.
Fuck, I need to get a grip.
I’m becoming a hungry nympho.
I clear my throat and Anton’s gaze locks with mine, eyes glowing. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face and he straightens, rolling his shoulders.
“Like what you see,Zayka?”
My cheeks burn but I lift my chin, meeting his smoldering look with a defiant one of my own. “I was just wondering who would win in a fight – that axe or your ridiculous ego.”
Laughter rumbles in his chest as he prowls closer, tossing the axe aside. “Is that a challenge?”
Adrenaline and arousal crash together inside me as Anton stops mere inches away, heat rolling off his body. I can feel the hard press of his arousal against my belly and fight back a gasp.
Holy crap, this man is going to be the death of me.
“Maybe,” I breathe, tilting my head up to look at him.
Lips brush the sensitive skin of my neck and I shudder, hands coming up to grip his biceps.
“Careful what you wish for,Zayka.” His voice is a low growl against my ear. “I never back down from a challenge.”
I swallow hard, desire and irritation warring within me. He infuriates me as much as he arouses me.
“I need to go into town today,” I say, squeezing his arms in warning when his teeth graze my neck. Why the hell am I letting him do this?
Maybe it’s a good way to butter him up?
Anton stills, then pulls back to study me. His eyes are hooded. “Why?”
I lick my lips, watching his gaze follow the movement. “I need a new phone. Mine broke yesterday and I have some business to take care of.”
“Business?” Anton’s eyes narrow, suspicion flickering in their depths. My stomach churns with guilt but I keep my expression neutral.
“Nothing that concerns you,” I say coolly.
