Chapter 9 She Grabbed This

• She grabbed his ears and forced his head up. He stared at her, his eyes hot and glazed, steaming with rampant desire. She stared back, panic clutching her stomach where he was pressed so explicitly against her, panic screeching through her mind at having let this...this foolish experiment...go so far.
• “You’re right,” he muttered gruffly. “Not the time or place.”
• Before she had wits to make any reply, he collected himself and moved, scooping her off her feet and lifting her onto the passenger seat of the helicopter as effortlessly as though she were some lightweight doll. “Throw your hat and bag on the back seat,” he instructed, and closed the door, sealing her into position. Miranda was a trembling mess, her mind stuck in a maze of incredulity... unanswerable questions about herself and her totally inappropriate and shamingly intimate response to a man she barely knew and didn’t want to know. Even now, her body was in revolt at having been deprived of what it had wanted from him. Chemistry!