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probably thought he couldn’t see. Her defensiveness rose with her arousal, the vulnerability created by her need and the awareness of the amount of soft skin showing unsettling her. In defense, she lashed out, and probably didn’t realize how fluid her movements had become, or that she kept arching her back, thrusting her breasts out in what he believed to be an unintentional invitation.
    She looked stunning in the outfit he’d had made for her, the outfits required for women who visited the island something he and Nick had designed together.
    Smiling, he let his gaze rake over her, his attention lingering on her beaded nipples. “You look beautiful, and I’m sure you feel sexy as hell in it. It’s the ideal thing for a submissive to wear. Sexy, easy access, and always a threat of being revealed. It keeps a woman on edge.”
    He was on edge himself, his cock hard and demanding as every movement she made gave him a flash of velvety skin. The brief glimpses he’d gotten of her heart-shaped ass and soft curls covering her mound tormented him and made his hands itch to touch her.
    Dressed in one of the sarongs and brief tops, this one made of soft, pale green cotton that emphasized the green in her beautiful eyes, she looked good enough to eat.
    His mouth watered for a taste of her, and the thought of burying his face between her creamy thighs and eliciting cries of shocked pleasure from her had his cock lengthening and thickening almost painfully.
    Patience, Gabriel.
    Her long hair, still wet from her shower, hung down her back in a thick, dark curtain, one that would lighten to honey blonde when it dried. Even now it started to curl around her face, and he found himself fascinated by the waves that became more prominent as her hair dried.
    She usually wore it pulled back into a tight ponytail, a look that had sparked fantasies of wrapping his fist around it and guiding her to her knees.
    The thought of seeing her with that ponytail secured with her head forced back, perhaps with an anal hook, on her knees, and with her legs spread wide had kept him awake countless hours.
    He’d thought about her for months, wanted her for months. Each time he saw her, he became more convinced that she would be the kind of woman he should stay away from.
    He couldn’t, though. Like an addict, he wanted more.
    She could change his life. She would change his life.
    In many ways, she already had.
    His emotions had gotten involved, and the thought of taking her, taming the passion he knew he would find inside her, gradually become more explicit, until he could almost taste her.
    He wanted to guide her. Teach her.
    He wanted to make her his .
    The irresistible combination of brash rudeness she used as a defense mechanism, loneliness and vulnerability was nothing more than a challenge to him at first, a challenge any Dom worth his salt would revel in.
    As he got to know her, it became something more—something deeper. He found her so overwhelming and so arousing to his senses that he couldn’t stay away from her, torturing himself at every opportunity.
    She still challenged him on many levels, but her sadness and loneliness made him desperately want to be the man to heal her. He wanted her to see what an incredibly desirable woman she was, and that she could love.
    One day, he’d looked across the small coffee shop, watching her as she waited on customers, and knew he’d somehow fallen in love with her.
    Bit by bit, she’d stolen his heart, and he hadn’t even realized it until it was too late to get it back.
    Nick, Steve, and Julianna’s wedding gave him the perfect opportunity to focus her attention on him. He wanted to prove to her that he was man enough to handle her, and that she had nothing to fear from him.
    He’d wanted to ease her into the lifestyle, but he didn’t have much time for more than a crash course, one that he hoped would prove to her that they could be the perfect couple.
    Kelsey was a woman who didn’t give up