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destination, Chaz’s hands sought their own reward of soft skin. She caressed Megan’s back, grazing her fi ngernails lightly down the length of her body and into the confi nes of her sleeping bag until she felt the warm expanse of fl esh between cotton shirt and silk panties.

She slipped a hand beneath the silk and cupped Megan’s ass roughly. The ass that had taunted her, teased her, driven her mad.

Megan gasped and retaliated with a fi rm squeeze of Chaz’s right nipple between her fi ngertips. It was instantly hard. She raised her head to look at Chaz. “What do you like?” she whispered, her breathing fast and unsteady, as her hand found Chaz’s other nipple and gave it equal treatment. “Tell me what you want.”

It was as though someone had thrown cold water on her. The question, the look in Megan’s eyes, the momentary pause in the fevered kisses that had overpowered all sense of reason—she wasn’t sure what it was. But it made her remember Pat’s words and realize that she would only be a notch on Megan’s belt—one in a long list and forgotten tomorrow. The thought was enough for her to regain some small sense of control over her runaway libido.

“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered, disengaging herself from their embrace. Abruptly, she shifted her weight so that Megan’s body was off of hers and deposited unceremoniously on its own side of the tent.

The rejection happened so quickly that it took Megan a moment to register what had happened and raise a protest. She sat up. “What’s wrong?” she asked, reaching for Chaz as though she’d lost her mind.

“I’m sorry,” Chaz gently intercepted Megan’s hand as it headed for her breast, “I can’t do this.”

“Sure you can,” Megan persisted. She leaned toward Chaz to kiss her again, but Chaz stiffened and turned her head away.

“No, Megan.”

Megan withdrew her hand as though she’d been burned. “What are you, a tease?”

Chaz shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I shouldn’t have let it go that far.”

“You want me as much as I want you,” Megan argued. “You can’t deny that.”

The words sent another rush of arousal through her. “No. I can’t deny that.” She couldn’t look at Megan, or she knew she might lose her

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resolve again. Flipping onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling of the tent. “But nothing can happen between us.”

“Care to tell me why the hell not?” Megan’s tone was confused.

“You’re a client. I don’t think it’s ethical.”

“Screw that. I don’t care about that. We’re both adults.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is.” Frustration seeped into Megan’s voice. “It’s very simple. You want me, and I want you. What’s wrong with having some fun?”

“What’s wrong is that’s all it is to you,” Chaz retorted, then wished she could take the words back. She sounded like a high school kid upset to fi nd she wasn’t the fi rst to kiss her girl. Feeling exposed, she tried for a more reasonable tone. “I’m not like that. I don’t do one-night stands.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Megan was getting angrier by the second. “If we hadn’t had clothes on and these damn sleeping bags between us, we’d be fucking right now.”

Chaz tried to ignore the picture that appeared in her mind at Megan’s words, but she could not. She was still hopelessly turned on, and she had to admit that Megan was probably right about what they’d be doing. Damn it all to hell. “I’m sorry I let it go so far. It was unfair to you.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Megan spat out the words and then turned on her side, facing away.

She lay there fuming in silence for two or three minutes, jaw clenching and unclenching, her body stubbornly refusing to relinquish the buzz of arousal that Chaz had lit. Hell, no. No way. I’m not goingto let her do this. Her heart continued to pound as though their bodies were still pressed together. God, I can’t believe how she makes me feel.

And she wants me, too. She admitted it. No way can she kiss me likethat and not be just as hot for me as I am for her. I bet I can make herchange her mind. Not that I have anything to lose by trying.

She unzipped her sleeping bag and peeled it back, then turned over to face Chaz.

Chaz was still on her back. She had her eyes closed, but opened them at the movement beside her and looked over at Megan just as Megan began to unzip her sleeping bag. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing if my powers of persuasion are as good as I think they are,” Megan said seductively as she opened Chaz’s sleeping bag and

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