Page 65 of Revenge Honeymoon

Hm, that didn’t seem to be ideal. And she wasn’t wearing appropriate footwear for a jungle hike.

She swung her head back toward the river and the beautiful but forbidden man who waited in the raft.

Her heart fluttered. Although she’d been frightened of the rafting experience at first, she’d actually had fun falling out of the raft and floating downstream. She didn’t want the experience to end that quickly.

But Max...

Dammit!

“I’m coming!” She flung herself into the cool river and swam toward the raft as it neared her location. With the life jacket keeping her so buoyant it was difficult to swim, but kicking seemed to work better than paddling with her arms.

She reached the raft in a few minutes and grabbed hold of the rope.

Max’s face appeared in front of her.

Before she could say anything, he leaned over, grabbed her by the vest, and hauled her into the raft. She landed on top of him, nose to nose.

Oh my.

His green eyes really were very, very green. Like shamrock green. Like the green grass on the golf course behind her parent’s house. Like amazing green.

Her naked thighs pressed against his naked thighs.

He smiled warmly and kept his arm tight around her.

“She’s in!” he called out to the rest of the raft.

The rafters cheered and raised their paddles in the air.

“Nice job, Max,” said Bob.

Max stared into her eyes.

Heat rose from her chest, up her neck, and reached her face.

For a split second she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to remember what he had done, didn’t want to do anything but maybe kiss him right there in front of everyone with plenty of tongue. Her heart hurt so much at the idea of it. Couldn’t she—? One little kiss? Just to know what it was like?

But no...

She couldn’t...

In a quick motion, she rolled off him and scrambled for a seat in the middle of the raft. Her limbs shuddered. Because she was cold. Right. Just cold. There was no reason for her to be so...so...affected by Max’s body flattened against hers. It wasn’t as if she was turned on by the contact—nor was he. No way. And that hard ridge she’d felt against her stomach when she landed on top of him? That was nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Crap.

“Now that we’ve rescued the damsel in distress,” said their guide, “let’s prepare for the next rapid. This will be a Class Two. Piece of cake, right?”

“Ya mon,” the whole raft said in unison.

Emily focused on the river ahead and tried to tune out what had just happened. What else could she do?

* * *

Max paddled as he was instructed. It was better to focus on something as mundane as paddling than to focus on the woman sitting forward and to his left. Everything in him wanted to go back in time, to the moment her soft luscious body had landed on top of him. Her figure had molded to his. And even though the water had been very cold, the heat of her body caused a lightning bolt reaction.

For a moment he thought she’d wanted him to kiss her. She had this dreamy look in her eyes, and her lush lips had parted slightly. It was as if the world disappeared, and it was only the two of them—the length of their bodies entwined.

Oh yes.

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