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calls and a text. Her father must’ve checked his DNA tracker and realized she was in Hawaii.
    “Les…”
    Looking at the door, she spoke in a raised voice. “Um, I’m not sure. Why don’t you call him back?”
    He chuckled in the hallway. “You didn’t tell him you were coming to Hawaii, did you?”
    Swallowing hard, she gave her chin a determined tilt. “I don’t report my whereabouts to my father. I’m not a child.”
    His sardonic chuckle angered her.
    Storming over to the door, she told herself she had to remember this. During those smokin’ hot visions, she had to conjure up this memory.
    “Hell princess, you –“
    She whipped open the door to arms’ length. Jaydan stood naked in her doorway, save for a pair of gray, athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. Water droplets hung from his dark, wavy hair and dotted his broad shoulders. His arms and shoulders looked huge, the angles and braids of muscle sharp rather than round, the sinew dense and inflexible rather than pliant flesh. His sculpted torso was covered in hard, ridged muscles with a light dusting of dark hair. He smelled of rosewood and jasmine, his copper and gold armbands branding him a masculine god.
    Now, she understood his cougar-like grace, his confident saunter. No man on earth could call himself cut as long as Jaydan Rose walked around. He epitomized the term.
    His eyes swirled with dark desire, their focus on her chest. Glancing down, she saw her robe gaped open, exposing the cleavage between her breasts.
    She should cover herself. Close the door and walk away. Yet, she stood there, allowing him his fill while she took her fill of him. The sensation started deep inside, her mind recalling the vision, her body readying itself for him.
    There was more than one way to prove she wasn’t a child.
    With a hesitant reach, she feathered her fingers down the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles contracted beneath her touch, rippling behind her caress in a symphony of sensuality. His half smile made her toes curl, his voice a husky croon.
    “My turn.”
    With a small step closer, she caught her breath, bracing for his touch.
    The pad of his forefinger pressed against her chest. Shutting her eyes, she felt it slide down her body, between her breasts, its journey slow, torturous… rousing.
    “Look at me.”
    Her eyes popped open, her breathing unsteady. His swirling black gaze bored into hers, his low groan escaping on a wince.
    Lifting the robe off her shoulder, he lowered it down her arm, exposing her breast to the cool air. He brushed his fingertips down the slope, toying with her, arousing her with minute effort.
    His palm covered her. She gasped aloud, his own following close behind, the heat of his touch warming her through to her core. He kneaded her in slow, luxurious movements, his consummate skill reducing her to a mishmash of longing and need.
    Lowering his mouth to hers, he whispered, “I have to taste you…”
    His lips brushed hers - before the phone rang in his other hand.
    Startled, she backed away, her heart hammering in triple time. Grabbing her hand, he yanked her back against him.
    The phone rang again. He tossed it on the bed. She stared at it, wanting to be right there with Jaydan beside her. In side her.
    Framing her head in his hands, he lowered his mouth to hers. God… yes . This was Jaydan, home , where she belonged and where she wanted to be. He tasted of mint and honey and Jaydan, though how she knew his taste, she wasn’t sure. He kissed her with lavish reverence, his mouth slanting over hers with scarcely restrained hunger. She could feel his energy humming just under the surface, ready to burst free, waiting for any sign from her to unleash it.
    The phone rang again. Common sense answered, drawing her away from the hottest, most poignant kiss she’d ever had. She didn’t know if she was nuts for stopping or nuts for kissing him in the first place.
    Her logical mind told her the latter.
    They fought all the