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music of the forest.
    Suddenly the light went out in the other tent, and the show was now with sound effects only. Still, the churning ball of energy in Chloe’s stomach grew larger, sending out tendrils of desire to spread to her core. Her breathing quickened, her heart raced as her hands found the tender, aching parts of her body. She ran her hands over her skin, stopping at one curve, then skimming around another.
    How many times had she wished for a night of sexual play under the stars? How many times had she dreamed of a man who would take her while the sounds of the wilderness cocooned them? For years, she’d yearned for a man who was at home in the mountains just like the man at the stream.
    Sighing, Chloe let her mind wander back to him. Had she imagined him as well as the bear? After all, how could any normal man look like him? Could any man do what he’d done? Or had she just imagined an amazing piece of art-turned-human?
    She remembered his hard form, the way his body moved, so free, so confident. The rush of heat filled her again, stoking her imagination as well as the warmth between her legs.
    What would have happened if she’d made her presence known to him earlier? Would he have come to her? Would he have transformed? Would the man have offered himself to her as Billy now gave himself to Nina? And if he hadn’t, could she have grown brave enough to go to him, casting off the restrictions of civilization and her own inhibitions? She sighed, letting her mind’s eye recreate their meeting. Starting from the moment he’d turned her way, she could see the man raise his head and look at her.
     
    Chloe rose from her hiding place and walked toward him. She watched him as he studied her, curious to see what she’d do, and she gave in to his curiosity. Sending him a smile that spoke of secrets she might share, she disrobed, taking her time with each piece of clothing. His eyes grew darker as she let the clothes slip from her fingers to fall to the forest floor.
    He met her on the shore of the babbling stream, his body showing his arousal, hers sending out the aroma of seduction. Not yet touching, they regarded each other, tentatively, playfully as though each deciding to delay the moment of contact.
     
    Chloe slid her fingers into her jeans, found the wetness between her legs and massaged the throbbing nub of flesh. Her lips parted and her gaze fixated on the top of her tent, unseeing, instead materializing the man from the stream to hover above her.
     
    “Please,” she whispered.
    He ran his gaze down the length of her, sending an unmistakable message of desire. He reached out and laid his palm over her breast, and her nipple peaked to attention. He took her other breast, then met her gaze and let the warmth flow between them. He stroked her, more than with his physical touch, but with his look, his need.
    Wanting to be sure he understood, she whispered, “I want you, too.” Words couldn’t convey how much she needed him, ached for him.
    He tilted his head in question, but his face remained a picture of lust that soon gave way to a knowing smile. Slipping his hands over her shoulders, he tunneled his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.
    “Tell me what you want me to do.”
    His voice resonated into her, driving his power into her very essence. Here was the man she’d waited for, dreamed of, longed for. Although they were strangers, she knew him as well as she knew her own heart. She had no choice but to answer truthfully. “Do anything you want.”
     
    Chloe rubbed harder, friction driving her to the edge of an orgasm. Closing her eyes, she continued the fantasy.
     
    Taking her at her word, he enveloped her, lifting her from the ground. As easily as he carried her body, he carried the very soul of her desire. She melted against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her body turning to smoldering embers against his flame.
    He pressed his mouth against hers and cupped her ass, holding her