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by Desiree Holt
Description: Naked is nice. But Stark naked is definitely more fun? Reenie Davenport learned the hard way that men are cheating, promotion-thieving poison. A month after making a fresh start in Texas, she looks forward to taking a breather at her old college friend Amy's family ranch. Instead, she's left breathless when Amy's very drunk, very sexy, very naked brother lands at her feet. Even as she hardens her heart, a small part of her wishes that quickly tossed towel would shift?just a little. When Matt Stark shows up at Reenie's door to apologize, he can barely squeeze a word past her emotional barriers. Suddenly nothing else matters except convincing her not all men are clones of her ex. Sweet-talking her into lunch is only the beginning. One touch, and boom! Much to Reenie's dismay, lunch ends in a hot, flaming dessert--in her bed. Shutting Matt out isn't as easy as simply blowing out a match. Especially since this cowboy is equally determined to unlock her heart. Warning: Contains graphic and explicit, hot nekkid cowboy lovin'.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [136 KB]
Reading time: 85-119 min.
"So, remember me?"
Reenie felt a smile trying to break out and did her best to squelch it. She let her eyes travel down the length of his body and back up again.
"I don't know. Take off your clothes and I'll let you know."
It was the first time she'd ever seen a man blush. Even his ears turned red. His mouth opened but nothing came out. She was about to lose the battle with the smile.
He cleared his throat. "Okay. I deserve that. And more."
He swallowed and her eyes were glued to the flex of the muscles in his throat. Even that movement was sexy. The man was damn near lethal, and a definite danger to her in her present no-men state. She could have eased up on him but she was fascinated to see what he'd say or do next, so she just stood in the door and watched him.
He tilted his head slightly. "I admit that wasn't my finest moment, but I'm trying to make up for it here. Should I get down on my knees? Grovel?" His grin was wicked. "Lick your feet? Or any other part of your body?"
Reenie couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing. Matt Stark was incorrigible. She wondered if he ever thought about anything besides sex and cattle.
He took off his sunglasses and despite being bloodshot his eyes had that same hot look. "Listen. I really did come to make a sincere apology, Reenie. My behavior last night was, well, reprehensible."
"Ooh. Reprehensible." She fanned herself with the dust cloth. "Big words too." She tilted her head, studying him, wondering why she hadn't just slammed the door in his face. "I was thinking more like disgusting. Although I do have to say Texas hospitality is very unusual. I don't think I've ever been greeted by a naked drunk."
"And I don't usually greet guests at Stark Ranch that way." He rubbed his jaw. "My only excuse is the deal I closed yesterday was enormous financially. The beef market's been a little unstable and I have a very large operation to support." He lifted his hands. "So, big celebration. Too much booze, too little common sense."
"That's not my style. Really. I respect women and certainly try never to do anything to embarrass my sister and her friends. Come on, Reenie." His mouth curved in a boyish little grin. "I'm still the same guy you met when you and Amy were roommates."
He held up a hand. "I swear to you. So how about a second chance here?"
I should just accept his damn apology, slam the door and go about my business. What's wrong with me? Why don't I?
"Okay. Apology accepted. Scram."
She would have closed the door if he hadn't reached out a hand and pressed it open.
"Hey. Wait a minute. How polite is that? A guy comes to say he's sorry and you kick him to the curb?"
She sighed, not bothering to conceal her exasperation. "No offense, but I've had my fill of guys like you. So, have a nice life. Bye."
"Guys like me?" He was still blocking the door, preventing her from closing it. "You mean ranchers?"
"Ha ha. Very funny. I mean men who collect women. Who should be branded with an A for arrogant." Her smile was almost a sneer. "Or for asshole. Take your pick. Just leave me alone."
"Look. Reenie. I'm not going away until I convince you I'm really a nice guy."
"I guess you'll be spending a lot of time on the doorstep then."
But he went right on as if she hadn't said a word. "So could we pretend it never happened and start all over again?" He held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Matt Stark. You and my sister, Amy, roomed together in college, remember? Nice to see you again."
How could you stay mad at a guy like this? She pushed thoughts of Asshole Aaron out of her mind and actually found herself smiling. Matt was just impossible. And unfortunately, impossibly sexy. The kick of lust she'd felt when she'd seen him naked surged back in full force. Damn it anyway, she didn't need another alpha male screwing up her life. But somehow his determination got to her. Okay, she'd play nice and send him on his way.
"Hi." She took his hand. "Reenie Davenport. Nice to meet you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really have things to do."
And I have to get away from you before I do or say something stupid.
But he wasn't budging. His gaze flicked to the dust cloth. "Like cleaning your house? That your idea of fun on a Saturday? Anyway, how dirty can it be? You just moved in."
Reenie lifted her chin. "I like to keep a clean house."
He grinned. "God. You sound just like June Cleaver."
Heat crept up her cheeks. She wanted to pull her T-shirt over her face but that didn't seem to be too practical. "At least June Cleaver didn't have naked men falling at her feet."
The words popped out of her mouth as if her brain had disconnected. Holy hell.
Matt cleared his throat, and Reenie wondered how such a simple sound could be so sexy. At least the part of her brain still functioning wondered. The rest of it seemed not to belong to her anymore. Even Asshole Aaron--and what a great name for him that was--had never had her this revved up. What the hell was the matter with her?
"Let me try this again," he said. "I probably should have brought flowers and chocolates. So let me just say that I'm humbly sorry for making an ass of myself and embarrassing you last night. Instead of flowers and chocolates I was wondering if I could take you out to lunch." His mouth kicked up in that grin again. "I promise to be a gentleman and keep my clothes on."