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The woman obviously loved windows. A tinted floor-to-ceiling, screened  patio-style window stood right across from the showerheads. But  considering there was a sheer twenty-foot drop instead of a balcony, the  window opened from top-to-bottom, instead of side-to-side. He bet it  was one hell of a sunset from in here. Whoever designed it was a genius.

Well, at least his dick was still in working order. The thing was lucky  as last week's lottery winner. A slew of bruises healed from neck to  knees, but his dick was unscathed. Not even a scratch, thank God. He  couldn't recall ever being so relieved to go to the bathroom.

Tiring quickly, he washed up and headed back to bed. Coming to a dead  stop in the middle of the large room, Aaron tilted his head. What was  that sound? It sounded like rain, but he'd just looked out the bathroom  window and for once in what felt like forever, the sky wasn't leaking.

He turned and his body seized. Even the hair on his arms and legs stood  on end, unmoved by the breeze flowing in through the always-open window.

Sexy and beyond desirable, his personal angel stood out on a private  veranda. She didn't look at him, but he caught the way her eyes glowed  just like a cat's when the moonlight hit them.

Reya. Stark naked. His knees weren't sure if they wobbled from the force  of lust that hit him square in the chest or from sheer exhaustion.  Screw exhaustion. No, he'd rather screw her.



Taking advantage of her outdoor shower while everyone else was in bed,  Reya shivered as her keen senses picked up an inviting, totally male  scent wafting through the nearby bedroom window and out onto the  veranda. The hairs on the back of her wet neck danced deliciously at the  thought of being watched. Aaron stood not ten feet from her on the  other side of the screen as she showered. She felt his eyes move over  her naked flesh, and his gaze burned a path down her back as he looked  his fill. She'd never let a man take such liberty, had never craved for  one to do so. But something inside of her reveled in the knowledge that  all her gloriously naked, wet, sleek skin was open to him.

Ducking her head under the gentle flow of warm water, her hair became a  dripping riot of curls and waves obscuring her face. Turning her head  just enough to peer at him with a single gray eye, she looked at the man  staring at her from her bedroom. Her hand wrapped around a bar of  glycerin soap with the scent of Jamaican punch, spicy and sweet.  Lathering up her hands, she spread the scented suds over her body,  keeping her single-eyed gaze locked with his.

Bubbles covered her neck, her shoulder and her arms. She caught his  swift intake of breath as her fingers slowly made their way toward her  moist nipples that were now dark stabbing points. Encircling them  slowly, the fragrance of the soap a mild aphrodisiac, Reya's eyes closed  all on their own. Her head fell back when her hands came up underneath,  then encircled her swelling breasts. When had a shower become such an  erotic undertaking? Of course, it had nothing to do with the stranger  who gazed at her as if she were his after-dinner dessert. The stranger  she could see clearly through the screen over the pane of reinforced  glass. The stranger whose large hand was wrapped around a bone-stiff  cock as he took in the gleaming length of her body.         

     



 

He was so beautiful to look at. Even with the fading yellow and blue  patches on his arms, chest and face, he was the most handsome man she'd  ever gotten this close to.

The muscles of her stomach chose that exact second to ripple and clench  in response to the way he was looking at her. She took a deep breath and  lowered her lashes.

"I apologize but while you were asleep, I went through your things," she  said with a purr, running her hand through the silky cropped curls at  the juncture of her thighs as she stressed the word "things".

"But I figured someone would probably be worried about you." She turned  away from him to rinse the soap from her breasts and reveled in the  stream of bubbles that rinsed down her stomach and flowed across her  labia. Mmm, that felt good. Outrageously good.

"And?" he asked quietly, with just a hint of lustful menace as he stepped closer to the thin mesh screen separating them.

"And I took the liberty of calling your brothers."

"You what? Aw, shit!"

His bellow filled her bungalow and spilled out into the surrounding  jungle. A few birds took flight into the night sky and her pulse flew up  into her neck to join them. He tore himself away from the window, the  slap of his bare footfalls loud on the hardwood floors. But not as loud  as the stream of expletives following him out of her bedroom.

Not quite what she was expecting from a man with a raging hard-on.



Reya was out of the shower in a flash and heading into the living room, a  trail of water behind her. And Aaron was right there to meet her. He  was pissed she'd called the James clan down on him, but one look at that  bare, beautiful chocolate skin and the pearls of water glowing in the  moonlight all over her body, and she could have called in an army and he  wouldn't have cared.

She took three steps into the room and right into his arms. He gasped  when his hard cock rode the ridge of the well-defined muscles of her  stomach, scalding both of them. His arms automatically enclosed her body  and wrapped tight as his head dipped to lick a few drops off her  collarbone.

"What are you doing?" she squeaked.

"Making up for the time I was unconscious," he drawled, holding still,  waiting for her to object. Her expression was both puzzled and hot.  Needy but oddly confused, as if she couldn't understand how she'd ended  up naked in his arms but wanted to be exactly where she was.

Dipping his head-and he didn't have far to go given her height-he gently  nipped her bottom lip then laved away the sting. He'd never heard a  woman growl like that before, but it was damned sexy, so he nipped her  again. This time she opened for him, following the movement of his mouth  with her own, trying to capture him with her lips.

His mouth crashed down over hers as something primal rose up in him. The  need to brand her as his, even though she wasn't. To sear himself into  her brain so she would never want another. He knew his thoughts were  ridiculous, but his cock didn't care.

He broke the kiss, turned her away from him and slammed her back against  his chest. She let out a whimper and arched into his hands as they came  around to caress her breasts. Her growl became a loud wail when he  squeezed her sweet nipples between his thumb and forefinger while his  tongue toyed with an extremely sensitive spot on her neck.

She reached back, one strong hand holding his head as her body squirmed,  trying to get closer. When his teeth clamped down on the muscle between  her neck and shoulder she let out a wild yell, arched her back and  pressed her ass flush against his cock. The fingers of her free hand dug  into the cheeks of his butt, holding him hard against her as she  writhed.

He put his whole body in motion now-his hands roamed over her breasts,  stomach and thighs, his mouth was hot against her neck, her shoulders,  nose buried in her wet tresses while his cock ground against the  inviting crease of her lushly perfect ass.

But his body had more sense than his head or his cock. He wasn't up to  this and when his knees started to buckle he reluctantly eased away from  her lovely body, breathing like he'd run up the side of a mountain and  down the other side.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry," she said, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

"Sorry for what, beautiful?" he asked quietly, unable to stop himself  from reaching for her again. She took a step back, so he just followed  her until she'd backed up against the door that led out onto the  veranda.

"You just survived a plane crash. There's no way I should be coming on to you like this."

"So you only want my kisses and nothing else?" he teased. "Why? Don't  you like me?" Tangling his fingers in her hair, he loved how thick and  soft it was, even wet he was tempted to play in it. She was such a  beautiful woman. Tall and lushly curved. Her body was strong, well  defined and perfect for the kind of loving he enjoyed-hard, rough and  long.

Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times at his question. "It's  just that, uh, well, you're a … and I'm not a … and see? Well, shit!"

He laughed and his stomach muscles pulled. It hurt like hell, but he  just couldn't help it. Obviously her brain wasn't working any better  than his so he decided to stop trying to make her think. Instead a slow,  sliding seduction of lips began, this time gently and unhurried until  she pressed closer and moaned softly into the kiss. Damn, a naked woman  sure did a lot for a man's waning strength! Grunting, he leaned into her  strong, warm body and corralled her into the bedroom.



Aaron settled her into her own bed and slid in next to her, his big body  crowding hers. What the hell was she thinking? She couldn't make love  to a man she didn't know-even if his mere presence made her forgetful,  scatterbrained and so hot she could barely stand to transition into her  fur.