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breasts.
    “Did you do that on purpose?” she demanded.
    Tasir chuckled, the sound deep and sexy. “I wish that I had been able to anticipate that movement because I would have had a better look. But no worries,” he said as his fingers moved to his riding boots. He pulled them off and set them next to her own riding boots. Jalayla couldn’t stop the comparison of his extremely large boots right next to her smaller ones. And then her eyes moved back to his body and the comparison was even more pronounced.
    “You don’t want to do this,” she told him in a quivering voice.
    “Oh, yes I do. It’s a hot day and the water looks very refreshing. Very inviting.”
    She gasped as he moved his fingers back to his belt buckle, unhooked it, and deftly slid the zipper down. “At least leave your pants on,” she begged.
    “You didn’t,” he replied. And in a whoosh his pants were discarded, boxers and all. “What are you doing?” she demanded with a gasp of horror.  Or was it fascination?
    “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked. “Why would you even question something like this? The water is more inviting today than I’ve ever seen it in my entire life.”
    “You know about this place?” she asked
    “Of course I know about this place. I’ve swum here many times – whenever I came to the fortress.”
    There went her assumption that she was the only one, besides Ciara, who knew about it. Apparently, it wasn’t as secret as she’d thought it was.
    For each step that he took closer to her, she took a step backwards. She was unaware that her mouth was hanging open in amazement and awareness. But Tasir was painfully aware of those soft, beautiful, brown eyes moving down his body. Her eyes were almost a caress as she looked at each part of his chest. When he noticed her eyes pausing at his erection, he stopped and waited, letting her look her fill.
    He didn’t want to scare her, but the more she looked, the more his body ached to take her into his arms and make her his woman. It was an insane thought to have, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. His eyes moved down her body and noticed that her hands and arms were relaxing. Before, her hands had been covering those beautiful breasts that he so wanted to see. But now they were falling lower. He still wasn’t able to see the perfect, pink nipples but soon – very, very soon.
    As she continued to watch, he moved into the water, his eyes never leaving her face.  Slowly, he walked into the water and, when she could no longer see that fascinating part of him, her eyes rose up to his and she almost stumbled backwards again on the rock that was determined to foil her plans to stay out of this man’s arms. 
    Tasir saw her start to fall backwards and he quickly eliminated the last two feet between them, pulling her into his arms so that she was against him, exactly where he wanted her. 
    Jalayla gasped as he lifted her higher, his strong arms and the buoyancy of the water helping to reveal her body to this man.  She dangled in front of him, her body trembling as she waited to see what he would do.
    “Take your arms away, Jalayla,” he ordered.
    She shook her head. “I can’t,” she whispered, not really able to explain why she couldn’t, just knowing that revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze would stir that wild ache that seemed to be throbbing between her legs. 
    He didn’t ask again.  Instead, he lifted her higher, his concentration focusing on another, more fascinating goal.  When she realized his intent, she gasped and covered that area instead, leaving her breasts free and right in front of his face.  He took advantage of her change and nuzzled one perfect breast with his nose and his mouth.  When he took her pink nipple into his mouth, Jalayla was no longer able to cover herself.  Her hands whipped up to his head, holding him in place while her body arched into his mouth, causing him to take her nipple deeper.  He sucked on that