Rebel Love. Jackie Merritt

yielding softness of her lips wasn’t only in his imagination. For a few seconds there on the ground, she had kissed him back. The pliancy of her body under his had felt too good to have been anything else. However determined she was to hate him—and he did believe that was the case—she was affected by him physically, just as she affected him.

      Grim-lipped, Gard unsaddled his horse and tended the animal. Maybe, he thought, this thing with Cassandra was a matter of which of them had the most determination. In any case, it wasn’t over. He still wanted a full explanation of what he’d supposedly done to get her clothes off, and yes, it would be mighty interesting to hear what she