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Christ, he did, having practically x-rayed her on that boat. From the amazingly toned, high ass, to the flat tummy and endless legs, he knew her. She could have easily been a model, although she looked more to him like a goddess. A sex priestess.
    Yeah.
    The swell of her luscious curves, even now under the throw, excited him beyond his veneer of gentlemanly restraint. He’d had hundreds of women in his lifetime, but none had ever had this effect on him since Olivia. She was pure woman. Übersexy. But, he’d be damned, she had absolutely no idea, with the way she watched him with those enormous soulful eyes, biting her lower lip as if afraid he’d abandon her. And yet on the boat she’d been a right floozy, flirting shamelessly with him. What a transformation.
    He’d never paid that much attention to the faces of the women he’d encountered after Olivia, but this one had eyes to die for, eyes that attracted him unexplainably, ensnaring him under her spell. If on her boat she’d looked like a dangerous, wily siren, up close she was sensational. Her long, black lashes looked almost fake, and all that smudged makeup hid a gorgeous face with full, dark, trembling lips.
    Did she avoid meeting his eyes out of fear, or did she feel it too? This sensory overload? Was her blood rushing madly around her body, swelling her pussy, moistening it in preparation for him? By the way she sat, eyelids heavy, he hoped she felt the same thing. His heart rate accelerated in response to the wild thoughts roiling in waves in his brain. It wouldn’t be long now.
    Inside her lurked something compelling, alluring, and the way she looked at him spoke to his soul, passing right through his cock. Amazing. Surreal. It also scared the shit out of him. Because he’d promised himself that after Olivia, he’d let no one inside. No one. Let alone someone he’d known for less than an hour.
    She put her hands on his arms timidly, as if she were afraid he’d change his mind, and when his other hand slid around her waist again, yanking her to the edge of her seat and against his aching cock, she caught her breath and a delicate “oh” escaped her lips.
    Trying to curb his need, Shane—more gently this time—pulled her onto his lap until she straddled him.
    Those eyes were killing him. They conveyed a sense of mystery and enchantment, and deep within him beat a primitive rhythm.
    He traced her jaw in a feathery caress, and she moaned softly, closing her eyes again. He watched her throat as she swallowed. Gently his lips searched hers, testing, tasting. She yielded under him, and he let his senses guide him.
    The cabin was quiet but for the sound of their breaths and their lips kissing, sucking. Shane folded her in a possessive embrace, the throw drifting to the floor, pooling at their feet.
    “You feel it, too, don’t you?” His voice cracked. “This awesome thing happening between us?” He took her hand and placed it on his groin. “Can you feel how hard you’ve got me?”
    She simply nodded and murmured something unintelligible. Instead of scaring her off, his straightforward declaration of lust pulled her in, and she leaned against him in total abandonment. His cock lurched forward, searching for her. His desire was no longer merely a hunger to feed on her beauty, but something he wanted to share with her, something he wanted to take slowly, to be special.
    Until now, he’d only wanted to bask in the warmth of a female body, drink up as much woman as he could, and move onto the next one as quickly as possible before the cold in his soul set in again. But now that he had a hard-on the size of the bloody Gherkin building and her thighs were wide open to him, he didn’t want to rush it.
    They sat, groins touching, in total silence but for their breaths. Shane fought to keep his under control. Man, she pushed all the right buttons without even trying. Her thighs were tanned and toned, and, swallowing, he gripped them, never taking his eyes off