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beneath his bathing suit. He was a magnificent male specimen, no matter the species. She risked lifting her gaze to follow the trail of dark hair up to the thatch covering his thickly muscled chest. Not too much, just enough hair to soften the hard planes of all that bulk. His pulse beat a strong tattoo at the base of his throat. The urge to lick him there and feed had her running her tongue across her lips. The pulse beat picked up.
His jaw clenched. She inhaled and let her eyes study his lips. God, he smelled delicious. Her mouth watered just thinking about kissing him, having those hard lips plundering hers. Her tongue swept the corner of her mouth, and she heard a low warning rumble. She dared to meet his eyes.
As she anxiously waited for him to say something or do something more, his wary contemplation worried her.
“I thought I saw you last night.” His pointed stare trapped hers. “You knew I had to come.” The words sounded like an accusation as much as a fierce refusal to succumb. Although hearing him admit his need filled her with hope.
“I wondered if you felt the urges, too.” Her words were like a breathless whisper. “After the way a glance from you made me feel last night, I hoped…” She didn’t want to elaborate since her own motives weren’t clear.
“It was you I saw, then? I saw someone, felt an inexplicable attraction to her, but she disappeared. I searched, but you hid.” His blatant accusation challenged her.
“I stayed in the shadows, but I think you sensed me.”
“You. Yes. I felt like I was looking for… How did you do that? Some new kind of perfume?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Her glamour shimmered, catching his attention.
The pulse at the juncture to his throat picked up a beat. He turned away and looked around. She followed his gaze, certain he was evaluating their privacy. The isolated deck was empty except for the two of them. He turned and stalked the area, fixated on the lock, and swiftly secured the gate.
Celeste didn’t miss the birthmark on his upper back. The dragon. My God, what does this mean? “I guess we aren’t sharing the hot tub with anyone else.” Good, they’d be alone.
“Nope, I don’t think so.” With the gate locked and the vine-covered trellis providing sufficient privacy from curious onlookers, he seemed satisfied to continue their conversation where she’d left off.
He turned those golden eyes back to her and admitted, “You may not have done anything, but there’s something about you. Just now, I started to go to the hot tub across the complex looking for you, but something directed me here instead. You did that. How is that possible?”
There was that hint of accusation in his tone again, as if she had a choice in all this. Anger with her predicament niggled at her. “I don’t understand the dynamics, but I’m drawn to you, too.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes from his or stop her body’s response to him any more than he could to hers. And damn it, the more she listened to his deep voice and that low pitch, the more the scent of her arousal increased. As her desire intensified, becoming even more obvious to him, it drew him to her as much as his scent locked her to him. The attraction was a circular trap, entwining them tighter with each passing moment.
Thank goodness they were alone, because despite his quiet presence, she knew just how much her scent affected him. She noted the evidence of his erection strained even harder inside his bathing trunks.
The heat burned her cheeks, and she shuddered when his eyes narrowed on her nipples. She didn’t have to look to know they were poking obviously against her thin, white bathing suit top. From his glare, he wasn’t happy with his reaction to her.
She squared her shoulders and raised her chin defiantly, daring him to accuse her of something else. But instead of the sarcastic words she was coming to expect, Rourke allowed a slow, sensuous smile to take over his expression
His jaw clenched. She inhaled and let her eyes study his lips. God, he smelled delicious. Her mouth watered just thinking about kissing him, having those hard lips plundering hers. Her tongue swept the corner of her mouth, and she heard a low warning rumble. She dared to meet his eyes.
As she anxiously waited for him to say something or do something more, his wary contemplation worried her.
“I thought I saw you last night.” His pointed stare trapped hers. “You knew I had to come.” The words sounded like an accusation as much as a fierce refusal to succumb. Although hearing him admit his need filled her with hope.
“I wondered if you felt the urges, too.” Her words were like a breathless whisper. “After the way a glance from you made me feel last night, I hoped…” She didn’t want to elaborate since her own motives weren’t clear.
“It was you I saw, then? I saw someone, felt an inexplicable attraction to her, but she disappeared. I searched, but you hid.” His blatant accusation challenged her.
“I stayed in the shadows, but I think you sensed me.”
“You. Yes. I felt like I was looking for… How did you do that? Some new kind of perfume?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Her glamour shimmered, catching his attention.
The pulse at the juncture to his throat picked up a beat. He turned away and looked around. She followed his gaze, certain he was evaluating their privacy. The isolated deck was empty except for the two of them. He turned and stalked the area, fixated on the lock, and swiftly secured the gate.
Celeste didn’t miss the birthmark on his upper back. The dragon. My God, what does this mean? “I guess we aren’t sharing the hot tub with anyone else.” Good, they’d be alone.
“Nope, I don’t think so.” With the gate locked and the vine-covered trellis providing sufficient privacy from curious onlookers, he seemed satisfied to continue their conversation where she’d left off.
He turned those golden eyes back to her and admitted, “You may not have done anything, but there’s something about you. Just now, I started to go to the hot tub across the complex looking for you, but something directed me here instead. You did that. How is that possible?”
There was that hint of accusation in his tone again, as if she had a choice in all this. Anger with her predicament niggled at her. “I don’t understand the dynamics, but I’m drawn to you, too.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes from his or stop her body’s response to him any more than he could to hers. And damn it, the more she listened to his deep voice and that low pitch, the more the scent of her arousal increased. As her desire intensified, becoming even more obvious to him, it drew him to her as much as his scent locked her to him. The attraction was a circular trap, entwining them tighter with each passing moment.
Thank goodness they were alone, because despite his quiet presence, she knew just how much her scent affected him. She noted the evidence of his erection strained even harder inside his bathing trunks.
The heat burned her cheeks, and she shuddered when his eyes narrowed on her nipples. She didn’t have to look to know they were poking obviously against her thin, white bathing suit top. From his glare, he wasn’t happy with his reaction to her.
She squared her shoulders and raised her chin defiantly, daring him to accuse her of something else. But instead of the sarcastic words she was coming to expect, Rourke allowed a slow, sensuous smile to take over his expression
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