"Robin."
He jerked around as her lashes fluttered. His hands covered his crotch as if that alone could ease the ache. Her southern tone, sweet butter sliding over hot bread, could drive any man insane. When half-asleep her voice became pure sin, honey on skin he could lick and never taste enough. Robin seriously contemplated a shower in ice water from the Antarctica Ocean.
"Robin?"
If he turned right now he'd see which panties she wore, big brown eyes drowsy with sleep, and lips parted on a yawn, an unintended seductress. God help me focus on the door.
"You're home?"
"Sorry to wake you." Robin began to recite the periodic table of elements in his head. "I'm grabbing a shower." And chickening out again. "Go back to sleep."
Sheets rustling, muttered words, the thump of books and computer placed on the table. "I just took a short nap. I haven't finished this assignment because you said you'd help me."
Guilt flooded Robin. "Give me a few minutes. I'll be back."
"Are you all right? You're acting weird." Her voice whispered behind him. "Did something happen on your date?"
Yeah, something happened. Melody's sexy and fun. But all I could think about was you. She realized my mind wasn't on her and caused a freaking scene. "Everything's fine."
Anna's small hand gripped his arm. "Doesn't seem fine. What's wrong?"
"Don't touch me." Robin pushed past and stalked to his own bed. He ripped off his jacket and tried to ignore her shocked expression. He tossed his cell phone and wallet onto her laptop.
"Sorry I bothered you." Anna bent her head, long hair falling to cover her face. Her shoulders slumped. "Never mind the assignment. I'll just ask Professor Randall for an extension."
"Stop with the guilt." Hide in anger. "When someone offers help it's on their schedule not yours. I have a schedule and a life that doesn't include you."
Her head snapped up, gaze enflamed whisky brown fire. "I'm well aware of that. We worked the whole separate lives things out after I got stuck with you in my room."
"You got stuck?" Robin ripped his shirt over his head. "I thought you were happy with your own damn solution. I've stayed out of your way."
"You aren't ever here. I don't have a roommate." Anna waved her arms. Robin nearly sank to his knees at her exposed skin. "The girls call you Playboy Prince of ASU. Those stupid ninnies think you're God's gift with your tight jeans, leather jacket, and idiot motorcycle. Did the great Robin Bates finally meet the one woman who could resist his infallible charm in Melody? Aw, poor baby. That explains your bad mood."
"I'm not in a bad mood." I'm horny as hell for you, damnit. "We both need to cool off before you say something you regret."
Anna marched over to poke his bare chest. "You aren't going to take your rotten mood out on me. It's not my fault—"
"It is your fault." He grabbed her arms and shook her. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders as her head wobbled. Appalled at his treatment, Robin released her. Anger not violence. Oh God. She smelled like damned cherry blossoms. He wanted to dive in and see if she tasted as good. Hell. If I don't get out of here in the next three seconds... "Leave me alone."
"No." She stood on tip toe, pressed against him from shoulder to hip. His body ached to be joined with hers. "I won't." She wrapped her arms around his neck, warm, vibrant woman. Her mouth settled under his, tender, trembling, parted. He was only human.
About Mia Epsilon
Writing has always been a passion to Mia. Reading is a bigger one. When she appears to be MIA or can't be found, search for her in a cozy nook, curled up with a book or at her computer spinning new stories to share.
Mia is hopeless, helplessly, forever addicted to coffee and chocolate, particularly the Elite Truffles found in a local shop called, fitting enough, The Chocolate Fetish. She is married to an extremely patient Husband who doesn't mind (too much) her new book boyfriends and has learned when she's muttering to herself or talking aloud to invisible people to stand clear.
The emergency landing scene in this book was a true life experience in Mia's life. At the time it was happening she, like her character Christine, could only think of the television show Lost and how she did not want to meet a polar bear on a tropical island. Despite the return flight, Mia does hope to return to 'The Land Down Under' some day and fully explore Hawaii on the way home.
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