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soft and sincere.
    God, if she only knew, she would probably run for the hills. The dark side of me wants to take her to edge to find out if I can bring out her wild side. I want to possess her until she screams out my name, begging for release.
    “You don’t need to thank me. It was my pleasure. By the way, are you trying to tell me I look like shit after a night of drinking?” He laughed, knowing he not only looked it but felt it, too. “I guess it’s a small world. How long are you here for?” He dug himself in deeper. Those eyes matched with that body had him forgetting about any other woman on the planet.
    “Do you mind if I sit down?” He started moving to the lounger next to her. She nodded, watching him move with strong, confident strides. He pulled the lounger over so he was right next to her.
    “My sisters and I are here for ten days. I needed this getaway to rethink and recharge.” The sadness returned to her eyes.
    Mara cast her gaze down at her piece of clay that started to take shape. Mac regarded the blob, wondering why she would bring clay to a pool. Then he remembered Eros, the dragon—her safety net.
    “I hope Eros had a safe landing. Do you take clay wherever you go?” His serious tone indicated he took her to be a serious artist. She appreciated that, making a mental note, but had her guard up anyway. Brock had always made fun of her miniature sculptures with his biting comments.
    Jesus, get serious, Mara! Grow the fuck up! Those creatures are childish and stupid! You need to make some real art. How are you ever going to make a name for yourself? I guess your father’s right. You’re not an artist and never will be.
    “For your information, I’m a sculptor and yes, I take clay wherever I go. It helps me think. My hands and head work together. They always have. What do you do to relieve stress?” Mara came across pricklier than she intended.
    Mac took off his sunglasses, leaning in close to her, hoping to take in her scent again. His breath lightly brushed along her neck, making her gasp at his closeness. Unlike on the plane, she could totally focus on him. He smelled heavenly, the combination of clean, citrus and spice—just the way a real man should smell after a shower, not the heavy musk of her late husband’s expensive cologne. Dragon wings flutter in her stomach as a lump caught in her throat. This man made her heart race, taking her by surprise.
    Involuntarily closing her eyes, she briefly let her other senses take all of him in. She couldn’t help but feel like she knew him from somewhere before the plane encounter. She couldn’t pinpoint where. Did she somehow recognize his essence? When their eyes connected, it was just the two of them; the world seemed to fall away.
    When she opened her eyes, he was scrutinizing her intently. “My head and hands work together, too. I could show you how I relieve stress. However, it usually includes someone of the female persuasion.” He used his artillery of charm, pushing her to see what she would do with it.
    He pulled back enough to see the blush tint her cheeks. His cock started to come to life, which amazed him considering his intake of tequila the night before. His body had made it clear it wanted this woman underneath him. He had a visceral reaction to her. The women he kept company with wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at his retort. Seeing her blush had him wanting more. He wanted to dive in and never come up. These thoughts and emotions started to cloud his judgment and his control started to slip.
    “Well, how do you know I want you to show me? Look around you; there are plenty of females for you to persuade.” She came right back at him, challenging him with those big blue eyes.
    Kitten has sass, too? This is going to get interesting. But I’ve got the devil on my shoulder.
    He moved uncomfortably trying to manage his full salute. Her mouth was getting her into trouble, in more ways than one.
    God, when was the last time