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silhouette of him in the moonlight, highlighting the wide sweep of his shoulders, and she felt another excited thrill pass through her. When was the last time she’d been this hyped up to touch a guy?
    Answer: nine years.
    “Show me, then,” he said in a low voice.
    She took his hand and instead of placing it on her skin, she began to walk farther into the woods, to put as much distance between camp and the two of them as possible.
    She expected Dane to protest, but he only followed her lead, his large, warm hand loose in hers. When they’d walked a good distance away and made it deeper into the woods, she stopped under a tree. “Here’s good.”
    “You said something bit you?” Dane’s voice was skeptical, as if he wasn’t sure what she was up to anymore. Was that amusement in his voice? Oh, she hoped so—if he was furious, she’d never get to put her hands all over him.
    And I’ll never get my revenge,
she added at the last moment, a bit ashamed that it hadn’t been the first thought to spring to mind.
    “It did,” she lied, pulling his hand against her stomach under her shirt. She hid the shiver of desire she felt at his fingers against her bare skin. “Let me show you.”
    His chuckle rumbled low. “I’m guessing it’s not a snake, then, if we’re trekking all over the woods.”
    “Not a snake,” she quickly agreed, looking up at him. God, his cheekbones looked amazing in the moonlight. She’d forgotten how incredibly sexy Dane was, how much looking at him made her wet with excitement.
    “Does the skin burn?”
    Oh,
absolutely
. Her hand pressed over his where it rested on her flat stomach, just above her belly button.
    His fingers brushed against her stomach, sending a pulse of heat through her body. His whisper grew intimate, as if the factthat he was touching her and they were very, very alone had suddenly occurred to him. “I don’t feel anything, Miranda.”
    “It’s lower,” she lied, her eyes watching his moonlit face, waiting to see if he’d take the bait. They stood so close together that she could feel his warm breath on her neck.
    Dane paused for a long, long moment, and then gave her a knowing look. “Lower?”
    She nodded, not trusting her voice.
Touch me
, she wanted to whisper.
Please. Everything hinges on you touching me.
    His fingers brushed at her waistband. “Lower?”
    “Yes,” she said. Her hand clutched at his shirt as she waited.
    He looked up at her and his hand moved boldly down her belly. His hand slid into her shorts. “Where are your panties?”
    “Some guy cut them off of me earlier,” she said, her voice husky.
    His hand skimmed past the curls of her sex and slipped between the folds of her pussy in a sudden move that had her gasping.
    “Down here?” he asked in a husky voice. “Is this where you’re burning? Because you’re certainly wet.” His fingers brushed against her clit and her body stiffened in a hot rush of desire. He rubbed the slick bud with his fingertips. “I’m starting to think you haven’t been bitten at all.”
    She clung to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin as his hand flexed in her shorts, small gasps erupting from her throat. “You—you have me all figured out, it seems,” she managed to whisper, the whisper turning into a whimper as his clever fingers gave her clit another stroke. Her head tilted back and she leaned against the tree, her hips bucking against hishand. Oh my God. That was so good. If he could just keep touching her there—
    His hand started to pull away and she gave a small cry, her hand moving down to rest over his.
    “What are you playing at, Miranda?” he said low in her ear, his face pressing against her neck. He didn’t move his hand from her hot, wet sex, but his fingers had stopped their rubbing of that most delicious of spots.
    She could have wept in disappointment.
    He stared down at her, his gaze intense. “Is this some sort of trick?”
    “Trick? No,” she said, tilting