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another couple things happened simultaneously.  I hit
that post-orgasm slump, that I-got-what-I-wanted moment of indifference where I
could take or leave the incredibly hot, hard male body on top of me.  Even one
this good-looking; I was just like, ‘meh’.
    That was the same moment I felt his cock against me, not the
shaft, but the big, broad, silky head.  And it wasn’t pressing against my
clit.  Oh no, it was pressing between my sodden pussy lips, looking for full-on
admission.
    But I wasn’t a theater.  And this was my neighbor .  Who,
I had to admit, was damn sexy and apparently mucho-talented in the sack.  Er,
grass.
    But whom I hated .
    I panicked.  “Wait!  I’m not on birth control!”  Hey, it was
true.  There are some things you really don’t need when you’re at least six
months and several miles from the nearest sperm that could attack your precious
egg.
    He paused, staring down at me with some strong cocktail of
emotion making itself evident on his face.  Lust, confusion, anger, focus,
frustration.  It was all there, and for one insane moment, I wanted to kiss the
disbelieving part of his reddened lips.  But the urge was nuts, and luckily, it
passed.
    I pushed at his shoulders, taking advantage of his
preoccupation to shove him off me— hope he stubs his cock —and scramble
out from under him.  I left my pants, my torn panties, and probably the shreds
of my pride back there on the ground with him.  And for the second time that
day, I ran away.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    “Y oo-hoo!”
    I groaned and tightened my arm around my body pillow.  I was
sleeping in, dammit.  It was my last day off before my brothers arrived, and I
wanted it, I needed it…  A good orgasm really took it out of a gal.
    My half-open eyes detected a shadow moving high on my wall,
and I sat up abruptly.  Wait, had that voice from a few seconds ago been real ? 
And had it come from… inside ?
    I heard someone whistling and the unmistakable sizzle of
eggs in a frying pan.
    What.  The fuck?  I thought furiously.  Could it be
my brothers?  But they weren’t due for another five days.  And it didn’t sound
like my brothers.
    My breathing and heartrate accelerated.
    Yanking on the pants I’d left in a puddle next to the bed, and
pulling the .45 from my nightstand drawer, I crept forward and peered over the
bannister from the loft.  Black hair that ate the light.  Broad shoulders. 
Strong, tanned forearms and hands.
    I watched with fascination as he made the egg flip without
use of a spatula.
    He looked up and caught sight of me.  “ There you
are,” he drawled.
    “What.  Are you doing.  In my cabin ?”
    He blinked—a slow, innocent, infuriating motion.  It wasn’t
convincing, not nearly so on that devilishly handsome face.  “Just making you
breakfast,” he said, indicating the eggs and bacon he’d just arranged on a
plate.  “Don’t you think we should talk about what happened yesterday?”
    Was he dense?  Was he a stalker?  Both?  I thought I’d
locked the door.  How the hell had he gotten in?  What made him think he had
the right ?!  Just because we’d almost bumped uglies on my pitiful lawn…
    I tossed the .45 on my bed, relatively certain I wasn’t going
to need it.  Then I scrambled down the ladder, ready to yell some sense into
him.  Then I turned around, and—
    And…
    There he was.
    I was stunned to momentary speechlessness as I stared across
the bare few feet that separated us.  He was… he was...
    Stunning.  I’d seen him in the dark beside my lake, I’d seen
him from a distance, even twice without his shirt.  But a few feet away, in the
natural light coming through the windows, occupying my space—he was like a
punch to the gut.  And he was just standing there, looking at home with his
feet bare and a glass of water in his hand.
    He was gorgeous.  Life was so unfair.
    “Like what you see?” he drawled.
    “No,” I croaked automatically, defensively.