Purchased For Pleasure. Nicola Marsh

under control.

      Ty ran his free hand through his hair, the usual short-back-and-sides that suited him so well, and for an irrational instant she had the urge to do the same.

      ‘Insult me all you want but I’m not going anywhere. Though can we catch up some other time, maybe tomorrow? I’ve had one helluva week on the job and I’m beat.’

      He did look tired and as a grimace of pain distorted his handsome features and his posture stiffened she wondered what he’d had to face over the last few years. When they’d first met he’d been fresh from BUD/S, the intensive training to become a SEAL, and as fit as a Mallee bull back home. Now he looked dead on his feet.

      ‘Besides, I need some sleep if I’m to perform all those odd jobs you probably have lined up for me over the next week.’

      Kate heard the teasing lilt back in his voice and sighed, ignoring his innuendo. She’d had a long week meeting killer deadlines at Femme and she didn’t want to prolong this. Seeing Ty again had her more wound up than she’d anticipated, and as for that kiss…

      ‘You want to go through with this? Are you insane?’

      ‘Not like I used to be.’ He grinned, the same smile that had captivated her so many times in the past. ‘And, yeah, being your Odd Bod for a week could be interesting.’

      Sighing, she said, ‘It’s not going to happen but we’ll talk about this in the morning. I don’t have the energy to argue with you right now. I think you’re crazy, you don’t, so let’s agree to differ till I sort you out and we go our separate ways. Now, unlock me, please.’

      ‘Sorry, you’ll have to do it.’

      ‘Come on, give a girl a break. No more games. Give me the key.’

      His grin widened. ‘I can’t. In case you haven’t noticed, my left hand is connected to your right and the key is in my left pocket. At the risk of dislocating my right shoulder, I think you better do the honours.’

      She stared, annoyed at the twinkle in his eyes and the devilish smile, sure that he could remove the key if he really tried. However, he didn’t move an inch and continued to watch her as if he was enjoying every minute of her discomfort.

      ‘Well, what’s it to be? Do you prefer being linked to me indefinitely or rummaging around my pockets and seeing what pops up?’

      Ignoring his laughter, she struggled with the decision. Sink or swim time. Either way, she’d always been lousy in the water.

      ‘You’re such a child.’

      Kate delved her hand quickly into his pocket; thankfully the key wasn’t too deep and she didn’t have to feel around. Though it could’ve been fun.

      ‘Not half as childish as you.’ Ty chuckled. ‘I’m not the one pouting.’

      She thrust the key into the lock and turned. Typical of her luck this evening, it stuck.

      ‘I’m not pouting. Help me with this, will you?’

      She jiggled the key to no avail and his chuckles turned to laughter.

      ‘If you’re not pouting you must be limbering up those lips for another kiss. They’re looking rosy and full and very, very sexy.’

      Her patience snapped and heat seeped into her cheeks as his smooth words recalled her attention to the crazy way she’d responded to his unexpected kiss moments before.

      ‘Cut the suave act, sailor boy. I’m not in the mood. Let’s open this damn lock so I can get out of here.’

      ‘Here, let me try.’

      As his hand enclosed hers she couldn’t ignore the heat. It sizzled through her body every time he touched her, even at the innocuous touch of his hand trying to open the lock.

      She’d lied. She was definitely in the mood.

      ‘There. You’re a free woman.’

      I wish.

      Unfortunately, seeing Ty tonight, swapping banter with him, even getting mad at him for that presumptuous kiss had woken her up.

      She wasn’t as free as she’d like to think.

      She might have got over him a long time ago and moved on with her life, but it hadn’t taken much more than a kiss to snap her emotions back to attention and right now they were firmly focussed on the sexy SEAL.

      The lock snapped open and the bracelet sprang apart, clattering to the floor at their feet, and Kate winced as her wrist freed. She’d been so engrossed in her reaction to Ty turning on the charm that she hadn’t realised the hard plastic and steel had bitten into her soft flesh.

      ‘Thanks.’

      She glared at him, wishing he didn’t look so darn appealing when he smiled, absent-mindedly rubbing her wrist.

      ‘Let me do that.’

      Before she could protest, he reached over and captured her wrist between his hands, slowly massaging till the circulation returned to her aching flesh.

      ‘Mmm…that feels good,’ she murmured, her eyes drooping with fatigue.

      However, as the pain in her wrist eased a deeper, more demanding ache increased, an ache she’d determinedly ignored for years. His hands were warm, firm, attuned and she imagined them leaving her wrist, travelling up her arm to her tight shoulders and then sliding down the rest of her body.

      ‘Better?’

      Her eyes flew open as he relinquished her wrist and her gaze locked on his, questioning, hungry, reflecting the need she knew must be visible in her own. That all-seeing blue stare that had captured her so long ago, mesmerising her in the blink of an eye.

      ‘Would you like a lift home?’

      She shook her head, knowing the last thing she needed right now was to be holed up with him in the confines of a car.

      ‘Thanks, but I’m fine. I came with the girls and we’re headed back to the office.’

      He glanced at his watch. ‘We’ve been here a while. Maybe they’ve gone?’

      ‘Don’t worry about it. If they have I’ll take a taxi.’

      Kate knew she sounded petulant but couldn’t bear being this close to him one second longer. If he took her home she’d be tempted to ask him in and, considering her reaction to his kiss, she knew exactly where that could lead.

      Her sex life had been one, continuous dry spell since her last brief relationship had ended eighteen months ago and she had no intention of letting Ty be her drought breaker.

      He laid a hand in the small of her back and guided her to the door. ‘Let’s check it out. It’s no problem, really. Where do you live?’

      ‘Beverly Hills.’

      ‘Pretty impressive.’ He looked at her with admiration and pride filled her.

      ‘My grandparents built the place. We hooked up after you left. They welcomed me with open arms, then died within a few months of each other shortly after our reunion. Amazingly, they left the house to me. Pretty special, huh?’

      It had been a beautiful gesture and she liked to think they’d come to love her as much as she’d loved them in the short time they’d had together.

      ‘Sure is. I’m glad you had someone to look out for you.’

      He dropped his hand and insanely she missed his warm touch.

      This wasn’t good. Curiosity was one thing, kissing him and opening up to him about her grandparents was in another realm. She needed to get home before she really lost it and told him a few other deep, dark secrets.

      ‘Look, I really have to go,’ she said, her voice harsh and cold considering they’d just been making small talk.

      ‘What’s