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heaviness and relished the limpness in his body she’d spurred. She did that to him. A silly grin chased her mouth, and she touched her lips to his muscled chest, noticing the faint dusting of dark hairs, the way they swirled in the direction of his nipple.
    Curiosity spiked, she tongued the hard point and marveled when he stiffened and moaned.
    “Babe, don’t do that. We have to talk.”
    She did not like the sound of that.
    Jake cradled her face in warm, large palms that hinted of, she sniffed, cigars.
    “I didn’t know you smoked.”
    “Huh?”
    She tried for distraction, anything to prevent his inevitable questions. “Your fingers smell of smoke.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose.
    “Don’t try to distract me.”
    Damn . She pursed her mouth.
    “This was your first time.”
    He touched a finger to her chin.
    “Look at me, Tee.”
    Taking a deep inhale, she lifted her lids and dived into eyes so dark, so mysterious, they reminded her of the black water of Amazonian rivers in Guyana , fathomless pools, chasms teeming with microscopic life. Hypnotic and hooded, she couldn’t get a clue from them as to what he thought, how she should react.
    It all felt so peculiar, him inside of her, large, and stretching her to the point of soreness. Aware of the slight shift of his hips as his weight slid to the left, she wriggled a little, trying to ease her discomfort.
    Jake raked her face, searching, and a bleakness stole over his features. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “I’m not sure,” she answered, the harshness in his voice making her wary and sponging away the very real necessity of deception. “I guess I was afraid you wouldn’t have done it if you’d known.”
    “I’ve been coming to Trinidad once a week for the last four months. For you, Tee. Only you. I’ve wanted this,” he said and shot a rueful grimace down their joined bodies. “From the moment I met you. I just wished you’d told me. I could’ve made it better for you.”
    Embarrassment flamed her cheeks, and she whispered, “I, um.” She took a deep breath and said, rushing the words, “Any better and I would have expired on the spot.”
    He chuckled and brushed their lips together.
    “You do wonders for my ego, Tallulah Inglefield.”
    Everything seemed to come together, and she blurted, “You’ve never called me by his name.”
    “And you avoid saying his name if it’s at all possible.” His dark eyes ran a cautious scrutiny. “That plus our kiss last week had me hoping for this.”
    The humming of an engine intensified, and Tee snaked her eyes around Jake’s muscular chest.
    “A fishing boat’s coming into the bay.”
    “We’d better get decent pronto, then.” He kissed her, a hard, fast contact. “This is by no means finished, simply on hold.”
    He slid out of her, and a strange emptiness sucked their intimacy away. In an instant, she went from a comfortable coziness to a cold unease tempting doom. Anxious to avoid his prolonged perusal of her naked body, she slipped into the water and swam a furious pace, lunging onto the pier as soon as she made contact with the structure. He remained in the sea, treading water, as she dressed with hasty, jerky movements, aware of her every flaw.
    “I wish I could keep you naked forever. You’re perfect.”
    She’d never been naked in front of a man before, had been afraid he’d find flaws, scared he’d reject her. His words, the huskiness in his voice, the way his black eyes raked her, as if he’d devour every inch of flesh, flamed heat everywhere, and in that instant, she wanted to preen like a mare in heat.
    He climbed the metal rungs, one unembarrassed nude vision of male perfection. Water clung to his bronzed flesh, and a steady river streamed from the tip of his engorged penis. Mute fascination focused her gaze, and she wondered what he tasted like. She touched the tip of her tongue to the corner of her mouth.
    Jake swooped, gathered her close, and lapped the spot.
    “You do