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Mitch knew that Anne was just responding to the exotic ointment he was covering her with. But he was responding to her. He rubbed her back with broad, sweeping strokes, trying to finish up quickly. He had to get this done and back off, or the result wouldn’t be two ships passing in the night. It would be the Titanic in the making. He wanted to make love to Anne, but he wanted her to know it—and want it as much as he did.

“Your back is done. I need you to turn over now, Annie,” Mitch said in a low, tight voice.

Anne moaned as she flipped over, dislodging her towel. “Is it supposed to make you feel hot and cold at the same time, Mitchell?” Her eyes were closed as she ran her fingertips up and down the smooth column of her neck, then traveled down to her breasts. An overwhelming tide of desire obliterated any guilt Mitch was feeling.

He swallowed hard. “Annie, I think you just ought to lie there and be quiet. The ointment might feel strange, but it will take away the pain.”

“But Mitchell, it hurts good.” Anne wiggled her lower body, rubbing her leg against his.

Mitch groaned. His fiancée, the very proper Ms. Anne Harris, was about to go over the edge….