The Bride Tamer by Ann Major Page A

had to taste their sweet, voluptuous heat.
    â€œYou’re going to marry Isabela,” she said helplessly.
    â€œThat was the plan,” he admitted, but the plan seemed alien and all wrong to him now.
    â€œI think you got the incorrect impression. This morning…when you saw me…”
    â€œNaked?” he supplied helpfully, smiling.
    The word and smile set off sparks. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks flamed, and he got hot all over too.
    She lowered her voice. “I was embarrassed.”
    â€œDitto.”
    â€œIt’s not ditto. You got naked deliberately.”
    â€œTo make you feel more at ease.”
    â€œYou make it sound like it was a gentlemanly act.”
    â€œIt was.” The need to taste her soft lips was intense.
    â€œWell, it didn’t work, and that’s not why you did it.”
    â€œI know why I do the stuff I do.”
    â€œWell, then admit men enjoy getting women in compromising situations. They like to create a sexual environment…so anything might happen.”
    Like a kiss.
    â€œI know how men like you think,” she continued.
    â€œYou just think you do.”
    â€œIsabela thinks you’re special. But you’ve got a dirty mind.”
    â€œYou tempted me.”
    She turned red again. “If you’re so pure—why aren’t you with her?”
    He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to take her in his arms and put his hands all over her, to push his aroused body against hers, to see how they fit together. Hell, maybe she did have him pegged.
    What he wanted was to slam her against the shelves of sombreros and bang her and get this crazy thing between them over with—once and for all.
    He wanted to hold her tenderly too.
    Which was exactly why he wasn’t about to touch her—not with a ten-foot pole. Besides, he was hot, burning up in fact. And not because the market was a noxious-smelling oven.
    â€œYou want to know if I’d be an easy conquest,” she said. “Because I’m a divorcée.”
    â€œI don’t give a damn about you being a divorcée,” he muttered, stepping toward her. “But the other part—the easy conquest part… Well, are you?”
    â€œSee! I’m right about you.” She backed up fast.
    â€œI was just teasing,” he retorted grumpily.
    â€œWell, don’t tease. I’m not in the mood. You’re too big and this space is too tight. Besides, it’s too damn hot.”
    And you’re too damn sexy. He wiped his brow.
    Huicho was holding a stack of hats, waiting politely to get Cash’s attention, his black eyes glued on them.
    â€œCan we go somewhere else?” Cash murmured, ignoring the vendor. “I could buy you a coffee.”
    â€œNo. I’m too hot for coffee.”
    â€œYou should’ve said yes to coffee,” Cash murmured. “Then I wouldn’t have to do this—”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œConvince you to have a talk before this thing—whatever it is—gets out of hand.”
    â€œIf you’d just leave, nothing would get out of hand. Isabela is waiting. And none too patiently—I promise you.”
    Isabela? Suddenly he didn’t give a damn about Isabela. Not when Vivian’s eyes and body and mouth lured him like magnets.
    â€œThis is your fault, you know,” he said.
    â€œMen always blame sex on the woman.”
    â€œSex? Don’t ever forget you suggested it.”
    â€œNot here,” she shrieked, genuinely alarmed.
    He smiled. Telling himself to move slowly, he took another step toward her. As if he were a snake about to strike, Vivian sprang backward, straight into the shelves piled high with hats.
    â€œMis sombreros,” Huicho cried as his shelves tilted, causing dozens of hats and lots of sandals to rain down on them.
    Cash had never forced a woman before, and he never would—especially not in a public place. Then she screamed again, and vendors popped out