Hot Blooded. Delilah Devlin

was a long pause, and she peered up again, her scowl screwing up her features. “Any way you want it,” she gritted out.

      Adam felt a grim smile stretch his lips. Too bad he didn’t have any intention of acting on her promise. Taking out his anger on her body would make for sweet revenge.

      He dropped the coiled rope again, letting the end dangle in front of her, then fed her more as she tugged it down to attach to her harness. “You’re going to have to climb, but I’ll take up the slack.”

      He backed away from the cliff’s edge and grasped the rope in front of the tree. Then he pulled until he felt tension on the line, taking up the slack as Cass made her way slowly up the side, not letting up until she hauled herself over the edge and collapsed face-first in the mud.

      Adam dropped the rope and strode over to her, leaning down to hold out his hand. She raised her head, mud on her chin and one cheek, her gaze going to his face then dropping to his hand.

      She wiped her own against her shorts, and then slid her fingers along his palm, accepting his tug as he hauled her to her feet.

      They stood chest-to-chest, and then she wobbled. Adam clutched her waist and drew her closer, widening his stance so he could feel her taut belly press against his groin.

      His cock stirred, something he couldn’t hide when there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

      Just as she couldn’t hide the twin points stabbing at his chest.

      Her head bowed, but slowly her hands glided up his arms to clutch his shoulders. “This going to be your pound?” she asked, her voice softly muffled.

      “I’m still thinking on what I want in trade,” he said, forcing his voice to remain even, his tone cold.

      She lifted her head, her chin tilting upward in defiance. “What if I don’t like what you come up with? I agreed to your bargain under duress. It doesn’t count.”

      Adam narrowed his gaze. “We’re a long way from civilization. Not too smart, saying things like that to me when I’m still mad as hell.”

      Her lips twisted. “What’s the matter? Didn’t like my apology?”

      “It was only a start. Next time, I want you to mean it.”

      She snorted. “This is ridiculous. I’m through being sorry. Through trying to talk to you like you’re a reasonable man. I’ve been sitting on that ledge for an hour. I’m dirty, hungry, and getting grumpier by the minute. I don’t want to do this now.”

      “I don’t want to do this—ever,” he growled, pushing her away.

      Her eyes closed, a momentary flash of pain tightening her lips.

      Good. He’d scored a hit. She damn well deserved it.

      “Get in the truck. I’ll take you home.”

      The drive to her place was made in silence thick with tension. He kept his gaze glued to the road before him; she sat with her shoulders angled away to stare out the passenger window.

      When he pulled into her drive, she unhooked her seatbelt, and then hesitated.

      Adam braced himself, gripping the steering wheel hard.

      “It could have been you, you know,” she whispered fiercely, “but we’ve been going in circles for a month now and you never even came close to asking me out. I’m not a nun, Adam.”

      “You made your choice.”

      “It was just a kiss.”

      “And that makes it all right? Get out, Cass.”

      She opened her mouth again, but he turned to aim an angry glare her way.

      Her eyes blinked once, and she clamped her lips closed. The door slammed opened with an angry jerk that rattled the cab. Shoulders straight, she stomped all the way to her front door.

      Adam put the truck into reverse, gunned the engine, spinning the tires in a short, sharp squeal, and then peeled out.

      Did she really expect him to forget he’d seen her make out with his brother? That he’d be willing to pick up where they left off? He told himself he was glad, even relieved, he’d never made love to her. Their constant sparring had been fueled by his annoyance and her stubborn, prickly pride—never by lust. His brother was welcome to her.

      Still, he couldn’t quite push aside the feeling that had gripped him when he’d peered over the edge of the steep cliff and found her sitting there, waiting for rescue—vulnerable and alone.

      Deep, twisted satisfaction had flared hot inside him.

      He’d liked having her at his mercy.