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sodden and swollen. Where the warm sweetness aches.
    “Jesus Christ,” he drawls . “You are fucking beautiful .”
    I’m a little taken aback by it. Not just by the crass forcefulness of the delivery, but the sentiment. He thinks I’m beautiful. Even though I feel far from it right about now. Which makes me wonder if he’s mocking me again. I can’t quite tell. I don’t hear a lot of swearing. But I like the way it sounds when Elias does it . It sounds aggressive .
    God.
    I feel like I’m about to combust, or melt into a puddle right here in front of him. I’m still on my hands and knees. My whole body feels supple and hot, simmering with that honeyed heat. Then I notice it: a huge, bulky, swollen ridge inside his shorts.
    Oh my God. I’m going to die.
    I’m going crazy. My heart’s racing. I stand up, somehow, and lean back against the coolness of the marble counter, holding onto it for support.
    And I can’t believe what I’m thinking, but I can’t stop myself. He’s just to sexy for words. He’s so big.I want to feel him. I want to slide my hand over him. Touch my fingers to his ...
    “Wow,” he says, his eyes scanning the kitchen surfaces. “Looks good.” He walks past me, close to me, as he goes to the fridge and opens it. “You want a drink?”
    “Sure,” I manage.
    He grabs two bottles of Budweiser, opens them and hands me one. I take it.        I’ve never drunk a beer before but I don’t tell him this. I take a sip. It’s bitter and cold. I’m so thirsty I drink about a third of it in one go. Then I drink a little more. Elias smiles a little, sensing my unease, maybe. Misinterpreting it. “I don’t bite,” he says, then adds, his voice low, “Unless you ask me to.”
    The day’s hot and the beer’s cold so I drink some more. It tastes good and the world’s taken on a sparkly edge.
    Bite me.
    I don’t even realize I’ve said it out loud. Eli as gives me a look so dark, so lusty, it fries every brain cell I possess.
    “Darlin’,” he says slowly . “I don’t think you’re ready for that. Because as soon as I start bitin’ and licking and tasting you, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stop.”
    Oh.
    He smiles again and says, “Come on,” all blasé, like he didn’t just talk about tasting me . He flicks his head sideways as a light command to follow him. “Let’s go for that swim.”       

     
    “It’s a fucking scorcher,” he says, as we walk towards the pond.
    “Yeah, it’s hot.”
    “After we swim, I’ll cook you somethin’ to eat, if you want. You must be hungry.”
    “A little,” I say, but it’s the last thing on my mind.
    I’m curious. About him. I don’t know a thing about him. Not where he comes from or who he is. The only thing I know about Elias Hayes is that something is about to happen. Something that could quite possibly change my life. And I’m sort of craving more information beyond the fact that he possesses the ability to practically set me on fire with one flick of his dark-jeweled glance. I’ m riveted by the way his thick hair falls across his forehead. The graceful, gilded shape of his broad shoulders and the color of his skin makes me feel like writing a song about him. And like doing something with him to write a song about . “W hat made you want to move all the way out here?”
    His eyes narrow, as though he’s gauging something and he’s mildly entertained by my ignorance. “I wanted some privacy,” he finally says. “I needed a place to get away from it all. Where nobody knows me and I can hear myself think. ”
    I wonder what he feels the need to get away from but he doesn’t elaborate and I don’t push him.
    We get to the water’s edge. Elias takes off his work boots and tosses them into the grass, then walks straight into the pond and dives under. He swims all the way out to the middle of the pond and floats there, on his back. I’m not quite ready to strip down to my bikini. I wish it