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higher levels of torment instead. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure his touch gave her.
    His hand moved up to her breast, brushed along the sensitive skin, and a shiver of lust shot through her. He grasped her whole breast in one hand and pinched the nipple between two fingers. and a shock of lust shot through her.
    Something flicked against her foot but Sierra ignored it. She wanted only to focus on the sensations Jack caused, but the annoying thing flicked against her foot again and she looked back.
    Hol-y shit.

Chapter Three
     
    “Oh my God!” Sierra screamed and jumped off Jack.
    Every muscle in his body tensed, immediately ready for battle. But he knew there was no battle here. What the hell was going on?
    He followed Sierra’s horrified stare to a huge iguana near their feet. A few more came out of the bushes and her eyes darted around, full of fear. The one closest to them found a cracker he or Sierra had dropped on the sand and gulped it down.
    “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” Sierra high-stepped to the water’s edge and climbed into the kayak, looking as if she might take off without him if he didn’t hurry up and follow.
    Was this a sign sent down to stop what he was doing with the girl? Probably, but his cock was still in full denial of the interruption.
    “It’s all right, they won’t hurt you.” The huge green creatures did look a little scary, but they were herbivores and pretty much harmless. Even the biggest one that ate the cracker was backing away at the sound of her screeches, but they were all still watching, not moving far from the edge of the sand. Their beady little eyes studied the humans with curiosity and caution.
    “You want to get out of here?” He gathered up the bag, towel and remnants of lunch before she had a chance to answer. No matter how badly his cock ached for Sierra, leaving now was the right thing to do. Fortunately the iguanas knew that and came out to make him see how much of a dumb ass he was being.
    “Yes.” She nodded vigorously.
    He set the bag in the center area and turned the kayak around so it was ready to push off. “Climb into the front again.”
    She did as he asked and sat stiffly watching the crowd of iguanas on the shore move closer again. Her fear of the iguanas was pretty funny. She didn’t seem the squeamish type. The woman’s demeanor was controlled and thoughtful most of the time.
    Jack picked up the paddle and started to move them downstream. Sierra picked up her paddle and started to stroke too.
    Just watching her paddle the damn kayak was a turn-on. Her arms and back were strong, so she obviously wasn’t afraid of hard work, and that usually meant getting dirty or at least getting sweaty. He liked the thought of seeing her sweaty just a little too much.
    Jack watched as the tension left her shoulders the farther they moved away from the iguanas. “Haven’t you ever seen an iguana before?” They were common creatures on the islands and were becoming more and more prominent in southern Florida.
    “These animals you have in the warm southern areas freak me out. I know I shouldn’t be afraid of them all, but I haven’t lived here long enough to know what’s safe and what’s not, so pretty much everything makes me nervous.”
    “You’re going to school in Miami, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, but I took as many classes as I could online before I moved down there. And I don’t get out much.” She looked a little embarrassed at the admission. “I’m originally from North Dakota. We don’t have iguanas there.”
    A North Dakota girl? She was way out of her comfort zone then.
    “What are you going to school for?” Jack asked even though he knew the answer. He was just trying to keep things platonic and hoping like hell that the intense blood flow to his cock would subside. Watching her paddle in that bikini didn’t help his situation. And her long, dark ponytail floating down