The Hired Husband. Judith Stacy

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      Her embarrassment fled. He’d done that before, turned her emotions with a look, a word…now with a touch.

      Mitch leaned down and kissed her. He splayed his fingers across her cheek and touched his lips to hers. Rachel gasped as he settled his mouth over hers and moved with exquisite slowness.

      He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

      “You’re a bit pink now yourself,” she whispered.

      “Shall I model for you?”

      She smiled gently, caught up completely in this private moment with him. “Is that covered in the exorbitant fee I’m paying you?”

      He grinned. “No extra charge.”

      She looked at him for a few seconds, as if considering his offer, then shook her head. “I’m afraid that simply isn’t done.”

      “My offer stands.”

      “How very generous of you.”

      He studied her and for an instant Rachel thought he might kiss her again. Instead, he backed up a step.

      “I’d better get inside and earn my fee,” he told her.

      Rachel watched as he headed toward the house, her head spinning slightly. Good gracious, what had just happened?

      And how would she ever be able to ask Mitch the question that meant so much to her—without thinking of their kiss?

      How the hell was he supposed to stay away from the woman when even the sound of her voice drew his attention? Sent his imagination reeling? Ratcheted up his desire?

      Mitch pushed himself out of the desk chair and paced across the study. He’d been here since breakfast trying to work, trying to concentrate, trying to keep thoughts of Rachel out of his mind, and he’d failed miserably.

      He’d tried to keep his body under control, but had failed miserably at that, too.

      He’d kissed her. This morning in the yard he’d leaned down, put his mouth on hers and kissed her. Then he’d offered to model nude for her painting.

      Mitch shook his head. Good God, what was wrong with him? He had to get Rachel out of his mind.

      That was proving more difficult as the day passed.

      Earlier, her friend had arrived and the two of them had been in the sitting room down the hall ever since. Whatever the two were discussing must have been important—to them, anyway. Mitch had heard nothing but giggling, gasping and a steady low murmur, all of which kept reminding him of how sweet Rachel’s kiss had been, kept him from concentrating on his work.

      He paced to the door and gazed down the hall. He couldn’t see inside. What was Rachel wearing? he wondered. The same yellow thing she’d had on this morning when he’d looked out his bedchamber window and seen her painting at her easel? Had she changed clothing?

      He hoped so. If he walked in on her now and saw her dressed as she’d been this morning—obviously without the armor of under things women wore—he didn’t know how he’d control himself.

      Still, he wondered what sort of clothing she might have changed into. If he walked past the doorway, glanced inside he could—

      Mitch drew himself up and pushed the thought from his mind. What the hell was wrong with him? Determinedly, he stalked back to his desk.

      A few minutes later, the voices of the women grew louder. A cloud of the most delicate scent floated into the study. Mitch looked up as Rachel and Claudia walked past his doorway, heading toward the foyer.

      Blue. She had on blue. A fresh wave of desire surged through Mitch. He leaned sideways, watching her drift down the hallway until he nearly fell out of his chair. He caught himself in time but sent a stack of ledgers tumbling onto the floor.

      “Damn it…” Mitch grumbled under his breath as he dropped to his knees, gathering the ledgers.

      Good God, what was he doing? Acting like a schoolboy instead of a grown man. Letting Rachel occupy so much of his thoughts that he—

      “Mr. Kincade?”

      Mitch’s head jerked up and he saw Rachel walk into the study. He dropped the ledgers again.

      “Let me help you,” she said, coming toward him.

      “No,” he barked, grabbing for the ledgers.

      To his horror, she sank to her knees beside him. Her scent cascaded over him. She was so near that if he leaned forward, just a little, he could touch her. Kiss her. Lay his mouth against hers and once more feel the warmth of—

      “Are you ill, Mr. Kincade?” she asked, gazing at him with concern.

      Mitch drew back, clutching the ledgers against him, unsure whether or not she’d spoken.

      “You look a little flushed.” Rachel smiled. “A little pink.”

      He was pink and flushed, all right. And if he didn’t get some distance from her quickly, he’d lay her back on the floor—

      “Mr. Kincade?”

      He struggled to his feet and needed to slide into his chair, but he couldn’t leave her on the floor—for his own good as well as hers.

      He offered his hand and she took it. Her small, soft palm pressed against his, sending his desire up another few notches. Another hot wave crashed through him.

      How could this keep happening? When he only touched her hand?

      Thankfully, Rachel got to her feet quickly. Mitch dropped into his chair and snatched up a pencil.

      “I’m—I’m busy,” he grumbled, opening a ledger and flipping through the pages.

      She lingered at his side for a moment, looking down at him. Then she bent low. From the corner of his eye, Mitch saw her bosom, filling out the front of her shirtwaist, coming closer. Then her breath brushed his ear.

      “Your ledger is upside down,” she whispered.

      Mitch’s cheeks flamed. They actually burned. He couldn’t remember a time—not once in his entire life—when that had happened.

      He ground his lips together, pushing through his embarrassment and looked up at her. “I told you I’m very good at this.”

      “I can see that you are, Mr. Kincade,” she said, giving him a knowing, secretive smile.

      Mitch smiled back. He couldn’t help it. Rachel had seen his embarrassment and allowed it to pass without calling attention.

      He wished he’d kissed her on the floor when he’d had the chance.

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