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silk. Her senses had grown drunk on all the tastes, sights, and sounds. She had succumbed to the wicked world in a heartbeat.
    And threw herself into all the confusion, the wild extremes, dirt and poverty, and shiny new buildings with glass exteriors and, miracle of all miracles, air conditioning. The craving to experience everything life had to offer had her in thrall.
    She had never expected this man, these feelings, and the way her body responded to him, as if she had been made for those large, calloused palms, the thick fingers that brought her unbridled ecstasy. And here was her chance to dive into a carnal chasm, the one sense she had never indulged: touching another human being.
    “I have never seen anyone naked besides me.” Heat burned her face, but she met his intense scrutiny. “Though I did steal the picture of Michelangelo’s David from a book in the cloister’s library. I thought him perfection until I saw you.”
    She ran her fingers up his arm, lingered on his bulging bicep, traced the three-pronged fork tattoo, and then caressed his shoulder. “You are like hot steel—hard, invincible, and unyielding. And yet your touch is gentle and when you hold me, I feel cherished. I should like you to know that I cherish you too.”
    He made a strangled noise, a half grunt and half snort. She flinched and made to hop off the bed, but he hauled her on top of him, and his arms tightened around her back.
    “I did something wrong?” He smelled of a male spice she couldn’t identify, and of the lime soap in the tiny bathroom tucked into the corner.
    “Trust me, you can’t do anything wrong. I need to take charge now, kitten. Another time I’ll let you have your fill. Okay?” He rolled them over.
    Jacinta couldn’t help but grin at his fierce, growled words. “Okay.”
    “First, let’s get you out of your clothes.” He tugged the T-shirt over her head, and when Jacinta toed off the white panties, his eyes narrowed. “One day, you’re going to play with yourself for me.”
    Her cheeks blazed.
    He cradled her face and rained kisses over her brows, temples, nose, and cheeks. She wanted to shout her joy, luxuriate in the happiness welling tears to her eyes, but instead threw her arms around his neck and kissed him in kind.
    “Grab on to the post.” He loosened her linked hands from his neck and curled her fingers around the post that supported the bunks. “I have to taste you. Need it bad.”
    She couldn’t take her gaze off him. His eyes had gone all brown with no hint of green. He slanted his lips over hers, and she sighed into his mouth and gave herself over to him. Reality receded, replaced by the spell of his teasing, tantalizing tongue. That anyone could taste like paradise she hadn’t expected, but he did—a smoky, flaming paradise.
    He nipped the edge of her mouth and then laved the bite tenderly. His warm breath tickled her throat, and an overwhelming yearning to caress him had her fingers digging into the rough wood.
    She whimpered when he sipped at her jaw and trailed a path of hot, moist kisses to her ear. A delicious shiver chased fire and ice over her skin when he bit her lobe. Pain and not. Sensations cascaded one after another, so fast and furiously she ceased thinking, her mind ruled by the frenetic demands of her body. She burned with need, her breasts grew heavy, and her sex throbbed.
    She dug her heels into the mattress when his lips covered her nipple and he suckled hard, his tongue lapping the turgid peak. Arching and squirming under his weight, she kissed every inch of skin within reach. When he lifted his head, she groaned and urged him back down to her breast, but he chuckled, returned her hand to the post, and latched on to her peak.
    The exquisite torture scattered her thoughts, and she could only react to the tight suction, his sliding tongue, his fingers plucking the wet nipple he’d ministered to seconds earlier.
    “So pretty.” He gathered her breasts and mounded them