‘Good.’ She sounded more exasperated than ever. ‘I don’t want you sleeping. I want you awake when I seduce you. I’ve spent most of my life listening to other women telling me what an amazing lover you are, and just when I’m about to find out what all the fuss is about, you pass out on me.’

‘I’m not going to pass out.’

‘Get in that shower, Conner MacNeil, or I swear I’ll throw a bucket of freezing water over you right here!’

He ran a tongue over his lips. ‘You look like Flora but you’re not acting like Flora. Flora never swears. She’s a really sweet girl.’

‘Sweet? I’ll show you sweet.’ She grabbed his arm and yanked. ‘Stand up! You’re too heavy for me to pull you.’

He wondered if she’d be as confident if she knew he was as sober as she was.

Aware that his body was betraying his emotions in the most visible way possible, Conner stood up and gave a wry smile. ‘I spilt half the bottle over myself when you walked through the door, so a shower might be a good idea. A freezing one, to kill my libido.’

‘I don’t want you to kill your libido.’ Her voice was sultry and she pulled him against her and stood on tiptoe. ‘Kiss me, Conner. And then go and take that shower. I want you sober enough to remember this. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and have you mouthing all sorts of excuses about being too drunk to know what you were doing.’

He knew exactly what he was doing and it felt incredible.

He groaned as he felt her silky smooth body pressing against his. He just couldn’t help himself and he brought his mouth down on hers, stars exploding in his head as her tongue met his. ‘You taste fantastic.’

She pulled away from him, her eyes soft and her cheeks pink. ‘Where’s your bathroom?’

‘I don’t need a cold shower.’

‘Yes, you do.’

‘Where is Flora? I think you’ve hit her on the head and stolen her identity.’ He ran a hand through his hair as she tugged him towards the bathroom and hit a button on the shower. ‘Flora isn’t a forceful woman.’

‘There’s lots you don’t know about Flora.’

He was starting to agree with her, especially when she reached up and yanked impatiently at his shirt, scattering buttons around the bathroom floor. Then he felt her fingers slide into the waistband of his jeans.

His hands covered hers and he gave her a sexy smile, astonished and delighted by her new-found confidence. ‘Careful, angel. That’s the danger zone and Flora would never wander into the danger zone.’

She gave him a gentle push and he swore fluently and then sucked in a breath as freezing water sluiced over his back. ‘That is cold.’