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had an ass that erotic dreams were made of. He’d like nothing better than to take a bite and gobble her up like the big bad wolf. Hunger clawed at his insides, urging him to turn back around, go inside and do just that.
    There was no denying the attraction between them. He saw it in her eyes, felt the way her gaze devoured him with sexual need. She in turn aroused him to the point of distraction, making him temporarily forget he wasn’t the strong, commanding officer he used to be.
    Ethan took a moment to indulge his wayward thoughts, imagining what it would be like to explore the sparks between them, to taste those gorgeous plump lips of hers while he sank into her damp heat and lost himself in her body for the remainder of the evening. Moisture collected on his flesh and his cock grew another inch. Christ, he’d only just met her, but it had been a long time since he’d wanted to fuck anyone the way he wanted to fuck her.
    He was intelligent enough to know that her naughty, suggestive words insinuated that she too wanted to indulge in a few sex games with him. He also felt the way she trembled beneath his touch, and the way her hard nipples pressed against his chest, enticing him to strip her bare and have his wicked way with her.
    A year ago he’d have jumped at the chance. He’d have gone all night long, giving her exactly what she wanted. And he was pretty sure he knew what she wanted. He saw the fire in her eyes when she glanced at his hands, and when he mentioned discipline , her entire body quaked with raw hunger.
    Damn, that excited him.
    Sure, when she first mentioned a little role-playing, the idea intrigued him, but then reality hit him harder than a predawn sneak attack.
    Who was he kidding? He couldn’t give her what she desired even if he wanted to. No doubt his fucked-up leg would fail on him and he’d end up making a total ass of himself. Either that or she’d take one look at his scarred, mangled thigh and retreat. The last thing he wanted was to see pity in her eyes. He’d had enough of that. His stomach lurched just thinking about it.
    Drawing a centering breath, Ethan banked his desires and trekked forward, working to get the sexy vixen out of his head. Because a bold, feisty woman like Danielle needed a real man, a whole man, a man in control of himself and in control of his world. A man who could give her what she needed, all night long.
    What she didn’t need was a shot-up soldier who could barely tie his own shoes, for Christ’s sake. Frowning intently, he felt a burst of anger rush through him and worked to control it. He moved forward, each painful step reminding him he’d never be that man again. As he stepped into the clearing, he spotted Malik sitting on the steps of his temple, deep in meditation, the scent of incense filling the air.
    Ethan moved quietly, careful not to disturb him. The reasons for his actions were twofold: one, he had great respect for this man’s or any man’s need for privacy, and two, he wanted to make it to his cabana undetected, knowing that any exchange between them would be less than pleasant.
    “Hello, my child.” Ethan bit back a curse.
    He stilled, balancing himself on both legs despite the pain. Malik rose and moved toward him. Dressed in his meditation robe, he folded his hands in front of his chest and nodded. His warm, amicable smile did little to soothe Ethan’s ragged nerves or his aching muscles.
    “I haven’t seen you in days, Ethan.”
    Annoyance palpable, Ethan indulged him for a moment. He jerked his chin to the right, toward the ocean. “Been busy.” He’d been swimming in the Pacific, attempting to strengthen his leg, but didn’t bother to elaborate.
    “Is your therapy going well?” Malik asked.
    Ethan scowled. He was sick and tired of their therapy. He wanted to go back to civilization, back to…
    Ah, hell, now that his career in the military was over, all he had to look forward to was early retirement. He scoffed and shook