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Until suddenly, it didn’t.
“Fuck.”
Shiraz tore away from me. Burned a stare at me through the tumble of his hair, before raking it back with a hand as he reared back on his haunches.
“By the Creator, Lucina. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
I gulped again.
Harder.
So much harder.
My dry throat resisted the moisture, as if letting that in also meant I had to address the sting behind my eyes. I pushed up on my hands, the tree line tilting, skewed by my shot-to-hell equilibrium.
“I…understand.” I was shocked I got it out, considering how hard my heart started squeezing, trying to keep its edges together. I promised the thing it could shatter in full later, when he wasn’t around to witness the carnage. When nobody was.
Which, in and of itself, had to be the most ridiculous concept of the week.
The week in which I’d only just met the man.
Whom, just two minutes ago, I was exalting as the fulfillment of my fantasies.
Freaking. Hell.
When had I become that nutcase of a woman? That desperate whacko, thinking I’d really land on a remote island, meet the prince, and find out—by the magic of the unicorn!—he was actually my soul mate waiting to be found? My kinky other half?
Life did not go like that.
Soul mates didn’t exist for weirdos like me.
“I understand.” I had to repeat it, as much for me now. “I’ll—um—I can go back to the beach and distract the other women, so they don’t see you leaving with me, and—”
The horizon cartwheeled again—as he laid me out with another consuming kiss. No. That wasn’t even the word for it. His mouth was on assault mode, full of driving anger and imperious intent. I was so stunned, I didn’t even know what to do with the new onslaught of arousal it brought on.
As if he was going to give me half a breath to process even that. “You shall do no such thing,” he dictated lowly, scooping a hand back beneath my shirt, and going straight for the clasp at the front of my bra. One masterful twist later, my bare nipples stabbed the air, awakening to the cobalt flames in his gaze. “You shall stay right here and take your full punishment, woman.”
I sat up as he did, naturally doing so as he yanked the shirt off the rest of the way. The bra fell to the ground behind me. “Yes, Sir,” I said, almost sensing it was expected, but utterly unsure what I was supposed to do next.
“You shall accept it…naked.”
That was sure as hell an answer.
A dangerous one.
All right, we weren’t just right off the walking path anymore—but we weren’t a mile deep into the middle of the palm grove either. Anyone coming through the grove from the beach might stand a chance of seeing us. Which would mean what, exactly? At this exact moment, he was still a man who could have anyone he wanted—and thank this island’s really awesome Creator, he wanted me.
And holy hell, how I wanted him.
How, despite my cynical mope, he was checking off more of my deepest, wildest fantasies by the minute.
Especially as he stood, unsnapped then unzipped, setting his erection fully free.
Especiallyas he took that dark, swollen length in hand, starting to stroke as he firmly ordered, “Stand up, tupulai. And strip.”
