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348 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2014

“What are you doing?” he asked, smiling against her skin.
“Listing out my allergies so I can keep my hormones from taking over.”
He shouldn’t keep going. They were meant to be paying attention to their environment. Plus, now “ragweed” had joined the list of words that couldn’t be said in mixed company. They should stop. He pulled back enough to drag his shirt off.
“You stopped on sesame seeds,” he said.
“Carrots, celery, cumin.” Cumin was said on a long moan. She made spices she couldn’t have sound even more forbidden.
“You forgot coriander.” He groaned as she bit his collarbone.
“I didn’t forget coriander. I just hadn’t gotten there yet.” It earned him another bite.
Oh, hell, they should really stop. “You were listing the Cs in alphabetical order.”
“I was just listing them.” She pressed herself closer to him. “Fennel, kiwi.” She tipped her head back and those nails scraped down his back again. “Coriander.”
Coriander was on the list of inappropriate words now.
“It’s not that long of a list.” Well, it was, but it could be longer…in theory.
He laughed in response. “I don’t even know what a couple of those things are.”
“Like what?”
“Annato seeds. And I don’t know anyone else who’s allergic to marshmallows.”
“When she’d taken off, he’d practically pulled muscles trying to chase her. He was sure he’d really screwed up – and, okay, he had, but then she’d turned at the edge of the landscaped portion of the cabin’s yard, and the alarm in him settled. The rush of adrenaline had turned to arousal. His brain filled with what seemed like an arrogant and outrageous certainty: she was his.