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He smiled, and his brown eyes twinkled at her. And then his gaze latched onto her erect nipples.
“I see.”
Yes, he was definitely of Caribbean descent by the accent.
Self-consciously, Krista brought her arms up over her chest and crossed them in a clumsy attempt to hide her protruding nipples. Why hadn’t she worn a better bra, one with more padding?
He deliberately licked his lips.
“Would you like to join in?” he asked, gesturing with a hand for Krista to enter the room—the den of wicked sin, if she dared . . . of course not.
Krista shook her head emphatically. “No, no. I-I-I was looking for a restroom, someplace where I can dry myself off . . . until the rain stops.”
“Aah, yes,” he said over a smile. “The rain. The perfect backdrop for lovemaking.” His eyes journeyed over Krista’s thick body, taking in the way her sundress clung to her hips like a second skin. Oh, yes, he would fuck her slow and deep until she opened to him, then he would pound her until she clawed his back, the sheets, and cried out his name, begging him to have mercy on her stretched open hole.
And now . . . now Krista felt undressed, naked, stripped down to her flaws.
He licked his lips again. “I’m Soul.”
“I-I-I’m,” Krista stammered.
“Very wet,” he said over a grin. “Shall I help you undress . . .?”
Krista blinked. “Absolutely not. I should get—”
More lightning crackled.
“Do you enjoy being made love to?”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean,” she said indignantly, “that’s none of your business.”
“You like watching other people fuck, though.”
“No,” she said crossly.
“It wasn’t a question,” he stated.
Krista blinked, and the man reveled in hearing the hitch in her breathing. She was more than simply taken aback by his accusation. She was goddamn appalled. And deathly frightened too. What if he tried to take advantage of her? What if they all did? Held her hostage here and fucked her through the storm? Fucked her all through the day and night?
What in the hell had she been thinking? Just barging up in here like that. And then she heard the drum of rain beating on the roof and the shudder of the palm trees and she remembered why.
The storm.
She eyed the muscular hunk warily, one eye in the direction toward the door. Could she make a mad dash for it, make her great escape, before he—
“Are your panties wet? And not from the rain.”
Krista’s eyes widened; part shock, part embarrassment.
“I beg your—”
He pressed two very long and very thick fingers to her lips. “Sssh. Say nothing. I bet you’re so wet I could stuff all four of my thick fingers inside you.”
Her skin flushed, while she fought to control her panicked bre
athing.
Oh, God, no. The Lord is my shepherd . . .
