She looked up indignantly. "You speak as if I'm making dirty pictures. This is art!" Then as she met the mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes, she said reprovingly, "Now, if you've finally run out of excuses, I'd appreciate it if you'd be still. Getting me hooked again was your idea, and you're the one who demanded a selection of paintings from which to choose. I've got to have a model, haven't I?" She sighed. "You're not much, but I guess you'll have to do."

"I'd better." The grin disappeared and he growled. "Because if you think I'm going to let you leer at any other naked man, you can forget it."

"I do not leer. I'm an artist, not a voyeur." She scowled. "I'm almost finished. Will you just be still for another ten minutes?"

"Unless I can think of another excuse."

She would not smile at him. The scamp needed only the slightest encouragement and he'd turn on the voltage that melted her resistance like hot wax. She wanted to get this sketch done.

It seemed he was actually going to let her do it, for he was quiet for the next several minutes while her pencil flew over the sketch pad. Strange how close they'd become in such a short time. She was perfectly at ease with Gideon in a thousand ways, both mental and physical. Though perhaps Gideon was right when he said they had had a head start because of the sense of belonging that had been a salient element of their relationship since the very first night together long ago.

How wonderful to have a lover who was also a friend, she thought dreamily. The passion that had seared them with its lovely flame had not precluded the warm glowing embers of companionship. Though an outrageous amount of their time together was spent experimenting with the physical delight they both found so intoxicating, there had still been time for the exploration of thoughts and personality.

"Serena?"

She didn't look up. "Yes?"

"I've come up with another excuse."

"I thought you would." She sighed. "What is it this time?"

"I'm horny."

She glanced up. "So you are," she said calmly, her lips twitching. "Nice of you to provide me with additional material for my sketch. Of course, to do it justice will take another minute."

"One minute." He was rising to his feet. "That's it! I've stood all I can from you, wench. First, you use me and then you insult me." He was beside her, tumbling her to the grass and mounting her supine body with lightning swiftness. He pinned her arms above her head and gazed down at her laughing face with mock ferocity. "I think I'll have to ask you to reassess your opinion." He shook his head mournfully. "One minute. You really know how to hurt a guy."

"Well, maybe, two," she said grudgingly, trying to stop laughing. It was evident her sketching was finished for the afternoon. Then, as she felt the warm, hard length of him against her belly, her breath caught in her throat. "Yes, definitely two."

"Thanks," he said with irony. "But that's not good enough. I believe drastic action is definitely called for." His eyes were suddenly dancing with devilment. "Very drastic." With one lithe movement he was off her, and then she was scooped up into his arms as he rose to his feet.

She clutched wildly at his shoulders. "Gideon, what are you doing?"

"We're going for a swim." He crossed the few yards that separated them from the lake. "I think I need to cool down a bit if I'm going to exhibit my stamina."

"You may be naked but I still have my clothes on," she cried, holding onto his shoulders desperately.

"Only shorts and that little bit of shirt. They'll dry in a jiffy in the sun."

She had no time to answer as he stepped off the bank into the cold waters of the lake.

"Gideon!"

"In a few minutes it will seem as warm as bathwater." He struck out with a lazy sidestroke in the general direction of the waterfall, propelling her with easy strength. "Relax and leave everything to me."

She had little choice in the matter, she thought wryly as her arms curved around his neck and she obediently relaxed against him. "Warm as bathwater, my foot."

But soon they were in the outer spray of the falls and she found Gideon was right; the water no longer seemed too cool on her warm flesh. It was shallow enough here for Gideon to stand upright, the water coming barely to his shoulders. He looped his arms loosely about her waist to keep her level with him. His hair was deepened to dark brown by the spray and clung to his head like a gleaming helmet.

Her fingers reached up to delicately trace the cool, damp contours of his cheek. "I can't get that line quite right. The bones are broader than you'd think at first glance." Her fingers wandered down his cheek. "And, of course, those dimples are utterly impossible."

"Sony," he said automatically, before scowling crossly. "They are not dimples, they're laugh lines. Shirley Temple had dimples. I have laugh lines."

She snuggled closer. "I believe I've struck a nerve." She poked at a long dimple with her forefinger. "You shouldn't be so defensive. I think they're perfectly sweet." She leaned forward and her tongue licked teasingly at the crescent line. "Gideon's darling dimples."

"Nauseating," he pronounced. "You're piling up the score for retribution, woman." One hand left her waist to go to the buttons of her pink sun top. "Do you know the definition of a dimple?"

"I don't believe I do," she said warily.

"I do. " He stripped the shirt from her and tossed it on a large boulder by the waterfall. "It's permanently engraved on my memory. I looked it up when I was a kid." He scowled. "After I bloodied the nose of the first boy dumb enough to call me 'Dimples.' " His hand was at the fastening of her shorts now. "A dimple is a natural hollow on the body, usually small, but not necessarily."

"What an interesting bit of trivia," she said breathlessly. Her breasts were brushing against the hard cool wall of his chest and she could feel them tauten, their sensitive tips beginning to blossom.

"I thought you'd be fascinated." Gideon slipped her shorts down over her hips. "But it's not trivia. I consider it a matter of some importance that everyone has dimples." The shorts slid down her legs and she kicked out of them. She really should try to keep them from floating away, she thought hazily, but at the moment it didn't seem very important.

"Some dimples are in the most enchanting places." He pressed her close and they melted together in magic alchemy. His hand went caressingly to one pert cheek of her buttocks. "There's a cute little one, right here."

"I never noticed."

"I did," Gideon whispered. "I notice everything about you." His lips touched hers in a kiss as light as fairy dust. "Do you know that you look fantastic under a waterfall? The spray covers you with diamond dew drops."

"How romantic," she said lightly, her throat tightening. "As a beauty aid it's hardly portable, however."

"I am romantic when I'm with you." Suddenly he was no longer laughing. "I want to tilt windmills and fight dragons for you. I'd like to write a song like the old troubadours did for their ladies and sing it under your window." His hand gently caressed the sleek glossy darkness of her hair.

"You know that commitment we were talking about?"

She stiffened unconsciously in his arms. Not now. Please, not now. "Commitment?"

He nodded, one finger tenderly brushing her wet lashes. "It's damn important, Serena. And there's no way I'm going to let you run away from it."

She didn't want to think about anything but him at this lovely moment. It had been such a wonderful three days. Why did Gideon have to interject this disturbing note now?

"Who's running?" she asked, deliberately pressing closer to him and rubbing her breasts against him in teasing provocation. "I'm standing still." She made a face. "For all the good it's doing me. I thought you were going to tell me more about my enchanting dimples."

A shadow darkened his face for a brief instant, and she saw a flicker of disappointment in the depths of his eyes. Then it was gone and his grin was as mischievous as ever. "Oh, yes, those dimples. I was about to go into that," he drawled. He made a slight adjustment in his stance, his hands lifting her legs so they curled around his waist. "Very deeply into that."

Her laughter was abruptly cut off and she inhaled sharply. Her fingers bit into the sleek, cool flesh of his shoulders as he suited his actions to his words.

She closed her eyes as he started to move with a forceful tempo, gradually escalating into world- shaking explosiveness. She could feel his heart pounding as erratically as her own and there seemed to be an element of driving ruthlessness about his thrusts that had been absent before. Ruthlessness? Gideon had never displayed anything but magical gentleness in his lovemaking. Yet there was undoubtedly a disturbing element, almost an anger in his possession now. No, she must be mistaken. For when they reached the climax of feeling that had become as necessary to her as water in the desert, his arms still held her with the same caring protectiveness as they always did.

His voice was the same, too, a husky growl with an underlying thread of humor. "Two minutes?"

Her answering laughter was lost in the mellifluous roar of the waterfall.

Still, there was unmistakably an air of abstraction in Gideon's demeanor as they retrieved her blouse and finally, after several dives, managed to find her shorts. It continued as they swam back to the bank and dressed before gathering Serena's sketch pad and pencils and setting off for the house.

She shivered as she cast a glance at the sky, which had darkened from cerulean blue to dull pewter while they had been in the water. "So much for my clothes drying in a few minutes," she commented. "We'll be lucky if we don't get drenched again before we get back to the house."