9 Annie I could feel Roan’s gaze as obvious as the sun beating down on the rock beneath me. But I’d felt it long before I decided to be cruel and tease him, tempt the animal I knew lay inside him. The water had lazed between my thighs, the height just enough to kiss at my lower lips. Between the cool laps and warm air, my arousal spiked. I’d been writing another scene that had fallen short, so I gave into what I’d done my first day on the homestead and lived out the fantasy in my head before rewriting. The scene ended up perfect and left me hot and bothered. Needing to bathe anyway, I used that as my excuse to escape the immediate vicinity, and good thing I had, because Roan came in for a drink without knocking, exactly when I would have been sprawled on the bed with the rubber dildo