Free Undercover Virgin by Becky Barker

was dangerous to let his attraction escalate, yet he couldn't stem the increasing desire to know what made her tick.
    Neither could he ignore the surge of impotent fury he felt every time he thought of her engagement to Haroldson—living in his home, accepting his touch, being intimate with a man twice her age.
    How could she do it? How could she sell herself in such an obscene manner? What would make an intelligent, capable woman take on such a compromising assignment? She'd hinted at a deeper reason than ambition, so what could it be? A family vendetta?
    He'd only known her a few days and the questions were eating him alive. He wanted answers, yet knew better than to ask. Even if she'd be willing supply answers, he wasn't sure he could handle the whole truth. Better to guard against caring too much. All that had ever gotten him was more pain and disillusionment.
    "I'm starving," Rianna announced, breaking into his grim thoughts. "Since you made the coffee, I'll cook breakfast. Any preference?"
    "I'm not particular, but I'm hungry."
    "Bacon, eggs and toast?"
    "Sounds great."
    He watched her rise from the chair and walk across the deck. Her smooth, supple movements had his body stirring in interest again, hungry for more than food. He clamped down hard on the desire and spent the next few minutes trying to convince himself that self-denial would make him a better man.
    * * *
    They pulled up anchor after breakfast, and Rianna took the helm for a couple of hours. There really wasn't much driving involved, she mused, just a gentle steering as the big boat chugged across the water.
    Tremont had taken a seat on the small front deck, so her attention shifted back and forth between the lake and him. The temperature had climbed to eighty already. He'd replaced his T-shirt and sweats with a pair of gym shorts. The rest of him was gloriously, tantalizingly naked.
    A fine sheen of sweat made his bronze skin shimmer in the sunlight. Every time he moved a muscle, the ropelike flexing sent a frisson of sensation through Rianna. She didn't suppose a woman would ever get tired of looking at his tight, flat stomach or his equally tight rear end.
    What she didn't dare do was get too excited about his great body. As much as she'd like to explore every inch of it, she knew it would be a monumental mistake. Her assignment for the agency was far from finished. Even if she survived to testify against Gregory— which the odds were against—the trial and appeals could go on for years. She had no business getting involved with anyone.
    That didn't mean she couldn't do a little daydreaming about the hunk she'd hooked up with, she thought with a grin. Would he be an impatient lover? Or the slow, thorough sort? Did he like partners who were wild and uninhibited, or shy and innocent? She didn't have any personal experience, but that didn't mean she was totally ignorant about sex. A person could learn a lot through the media these days. Movies, television shows and books were pretty explicit.
    Tremont stirred her feminine curiosity more than any man she'd ever met, yet she knew any interest he showed in her would be strictly physical. He wore his emotional detachment like a Mylar vest, shielding his heart.
    He chose that minute to reenter the cabin, and Rianna felt a blush rising up her neck. She hoped he didn't have a clue what had prompted her flush.
    He offered a convenient excuse. "It's getting a little warm in here, isn't it. "
    She jumped on it. "Yes, I was just thinking we might want to turn on the AC during the heat of the day."
    He moved to the controls and turned on the central air. "I'll set it low enough that it doesn't get cold—just not too hot."
    She mumbled her agreement and then turned her attention to the lake again. Tremont stepped behind her, and she was enveloped in the musky male scent of him. He radiated as much heat as the sun, raising her temperature even more. It was all she could do not to fan herself.
    As they traversed the