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had temporarily frozen her tongue and scorched her entire body.
    He led her across the dusty courtyard and into another barn. Pulling her inside a stall, he immediately pushed her up against the interior wall. Her heart pounded as his intense and unmistakably hungry gaze locked on hers. His eyes were black with desire, the lashes long and thick. In short, the man looked mind-numbingly hot. Ready for release.
    With his gaze still on hers, he kicked the door closed before turning away. The clang of the lock clicking into place made her flinch. When he returned to stand in front of her, his eyes gleamed with satisfaction in the dim light. Damn it, now he knew she was more than a little tense.
    He smiled. “Do I frighten you, Miss James?”
    She huffed out a laugh and turned her gaze from his to look at the stall behind him. “I don’t think so.”
    “Then why are you trembling?”
    Caroline snapped her gaze to his, steadfastly refusing to let her eyes roam over his golden brown chest, smoothly defined pecs, or washboard stomach accented by a line of dark hair from his navel to the waistband of his breeches.
    She swallowed. “I am not trembling because of you.”
    “Then why?” The soft timbre of his voice was laced with torment.
    She glared. “I’m embarrassed, okay? It’s not every day I get caught watching people…do what they were doing.”
    “I see.” He flashed a wry smile. “You usually don’t get caught. Is that what you’re saying?” He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers slowly down the curve of her neck, leaving them to linger against her pounding pulse.
    Bastard. “Funny.”
    He smile stretched to a grin. “I thought a serious journalist, such as yourself, wouldn’t be so easily embarrassed.”
    His condescension lit her up like a spark to a flint. Caroline scowled and pushed him away with her hand flat against his chest. Her fingers burned with the urge to explore, but she would not give him the satisfaction. “How does catching me watching some guy bang a groupie have any bearing on how good a journalist I am?”
    He stared into her eyes a moment longer, before his gaze trailed to her lips. “Did it turn you on?” he growled.
    She pulled her hand away and pressed it to the wall behind her, resisting the temptation of him. There was no mistaking the arousal in his voice. Why did she suddenly feel like the prey rather than the predator? “No.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. Another wolverine smile. “No?”
    She glared, her heart racing. “No.”
    “Not even if I tell you the guy fucking the groupie is none other than Steve Marlon, married father of two?” He lifted an eyebrow.
    Caroline stared as her center pulsed. God damn her inability to remain cool and aloof when the scent of a new and possibly lurid story wafted its potency like an aphrodisiac under her nose.
    “Fine.” She smiled. Time to take some control back. “You have my attention. The question is, Mr. Big Shot trainer, what are you going to do about it?”
    His lips came down hard on hers, his teeth grazing, his mouth taking. Caroline sank into his heat. The man gave her an opening into a new and scandalous story. What else was a girl to do?

Chapter Four
    He hadn’t meant to lose control. Hadn’t meant to kiss her and reveal his attraction to her. He’d wanted to torment her. Tease her. Let her come to him, not fall on her like she was a fountain and he was dying of thirst. But he was. For her. Her eyes would be the undoing of any man and watching them widen with curiosity and arousal was more than Michael could stand.
    His lips and tongue explored her mouth as a whimper escaped deep from inside her. His hands moved to her waist and hitched her closer. Her breasts, full and lush, pressed against his chest and he slipped one hand down to grip her ass, pressing her against his erection. The whimper turned into an exhaled moan into his mouth.
    Christ, her ass was hot. A fuckable ass. Those skinny, flat-chested cover