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her shorts and tank top and waded in. The shore dropped off quickly and just a few feet out the water was over her head. Sierra swam over to where Jack was treading water.
    “It’s good to see you can swim. I guess I should have asked you earlier.”
    “What would you have done if I fell overboard and started to drown?”
    “Rescued you, of course,” he grinned.
    “So you think you’re a good swimmer then?” She was a good swimmer herself, had worked her way through high school and her first couple years of college as a lifeguard and swimming lesson teacher.
    He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m a pretty good swimmer.”
    “Why is that funny?” It seemed a reasonable thing to ask a person.
    “I was a Navy SEAL. Being a pretty good swimmer is a bit of an understatement.”
    “A Navy SEAL. Wow.” Of course he was. Could this guy get any more desirable? Hell, she should fuck him just to show her appreciation for the sacrifice he gave to protect her freedom. Sierra knew too much about the conditions in other countries to take that freedom for granted, and it was men like Jack who went all in, fighting the bad guys without concern for their own safety, their own comfort. Knowing Jack had been a Navy SEAL was definitely not going to help the inappropriate growing attraction she had for the man.
    “The movies make it seem a lot more glamorous than it really is. Smelling like crap because you haven’t showered for a week or having to piss on your own hand because you got into some poison ivy…that’s what it’s really like out there.” He looked like he was going to say more, like his mind was somewhere else, but Jack changed the subject. “Are you hungry yet?”
    “Starving.” But food wasn’t top on her mind.
    They waded out of the river. Water beaded off his tanned muscles as Jack spread out a towel from his bag for them to sit on.
    Sitting so close to him made it hard to swallow, hard to think. When they had both finished their sandwiches and she had taken her first bites of apple, Jack leaned closer. She held her breath, wanting him to touch her. Instead he reached into the bush behind Sierra and pulled out a big pink flower and put it behind her ear. “Now you look like a real island girl.”
    His face was inches from hers, eyes intent, studying. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything other than how badly she wanted him. She wanted to know how good his lips pressed against hers could feel. If it was going to happen, this was a perfect place, no one could see, no one would know.
    “Ummhmm.” Sierra swallowed hard and moved closer, inviting him, needing him, not knowing if he had any interest in her, but hoping like hell he did.
    Jack answered that question quickly, closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers softly.
    Sierra parted her lips, inviting him in, wanting him to taste her. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue teasing, tasting, twirling with hers. Heat pooled between her legs. Damn, the man could kiss.
    It seemed so natural, so easy, kissing Jack like this.
    Sierra let her own tongue explore the heat of his mouth, tangle with his, and the pulsing need between her legs amplified. God, she wanted this man.
    Jack’s hands ran down the bare skin of Sierra’s back, pulling her closer. She wrapped a hand around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair and held on tightly as the lust coursed through her.
    She’d heard women talk about kissing a man and it making their toes curl, but she hadn’t experienced it until this moment. It was like some kind of drug and she couldn’t get enough.
    Jack pressed his lips to hers again and again and wetness rushed to her opening. She wanted him, needed his cock inside her so damn bad.
    “Sierra.” The one word was growled as he pulled her on top of him. Her sex pressed against his hard-on and another surge of wetness dampened her cunt. She pulsed herself against him, searching for relief from the surging need but finding