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all right? Oh, shit! What did I do? Did I scare you? Jenny, did I scare you?”
    She grabbed his face in her hands, holding on. “No, I’m fine. Taz, really—”
    He didn’t look as though he believed her. Then he winced. “You’re all covered with—”
    “Taz!”
    But he didn’t listen to her. He raced to his big beach towel, wetted it in the pool of water then scrubbed her. She tried to bat his hand away. “Hey, I didn’t mind.”
    He swiped at her again and she grabbed the cloth. “Taz, it didn’t turn me off. It was…natural.”
    He dropped his gaze. “I just never wanted to be that way with you,” he said.
    She frowned. “What way?”
    He swallowed and then looked at her. “I liked seeing my spend on you. Did you know that?”
    His words made her blood sizzle. She was still aching, hurting, restless, keyed up. “Why didn’t you want me to know that?”
    He shut his eyes for a moment. “Because it opens a door.” Then before she could ask what he meant, his mouth claimed hers and his hand, both sensitive and callused—much like he was—was on her leg. She hissed a breath, craving, craving his touch.
    She felt like her skin lit one cell at a time as his fingers brushed her bikini bottoms. She was blooming like one of her roses, about to shatter in the heat. He cupped her and she jerked, lightning shooting through her at the confident way he held her.
    His hands seemed to tell her, You are a woman and I know you. I know your depths and your pleasures.
    Her body did a little dance, back and forth onto his hand, rubbing, grazing, unable to keep still as the music riding her crashed. A beat in the blood. An oath taken.
    When he pushed aside her clothing and met her flesh to flesh for the first time, her eyes snapped open and she looked at him, into his brilliant green eyes, swallowed by the dark pupils reflecting her like shadowed mirrors.
    He liked to watch.
    As she jerked and gasped, he licked his lips, as if hungry to taste her. A thick finger played at her opening, finding her wet, swirling and swirling as if caught in a nautilus shell. And just when she thought she’d scream and claw for what she anticipated, Taz impaled her on one gentle finger.
    “Oh. Oh! ” She didn’t have time for fear, was too far gone for any dark slivers to pierce through this sweet moment. This wasn’t what had happened to her in the past. This was sun setting in glory and the chill of the approaching night and the smell of sweat and want and his hand exactly where she needed it. Oh, God.
    Soon it was two fingers. She held onto his shoulders fiercely and he looked back at her with equal fierceness as if he wanted her to mark this moment, as if he wanted to change her into something she had never thought she’d be.
    His.

Chapter Eight
    “That’s it, baby. It aches, doesn’t it?”
    She whimpered in agreement. She hovered, on edge, wanting to gallop free but something pinned her in this moment.
    Taz.
    Even as he gave to her, he withheld, drew things out so that her body was nothing but sparking circuits, tangled and messed by his hands alone.
    “Do you want the most mind-blowing pleasure ever?” he murmured directly into her ear.
    “Ah… Yeah,” she agreed, drowsy, wilting, dying, living at every stroke.
    “Hang on. Don’t worry, I won’t let you hurt.”
    Hurt. She frowned, not understanding, until those magical fingers were gone and she became aware of how her bikini bottoms were also gone. She was sitting bare-bottomed on Taz’s chaise, her body throbbing urgently. A flush stung her face and neck.
    She couldn’t help looking around, hoping none of her neighbors could see her, like elderly Mrs Kent. Nope, there was a big hedge blocking her view. Jenny realized that the only house that overlooked this hot tub was…her own.
    So why had Taz never put up a fence for his privacy? He used to be so prickly. Leaving this private space open to her eyes was almost like he’d wanted her to see him, watch him,