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enthusiasm,
forcing me to take stock of where we were heading—to a replay of passionate
kissing that led me to lose my virginity. I had no virginity to lose now, only
my pride, which was a lot more valuable to me than a feeble physical barrier.
Damn him for making me remember. I stepped back, away from his irresistible
body, and forced myself to recall the heartbreak and tears.
    “I can hardly remember it,” I said dismissively.
    He went still as he looked intently at me and I squirmed
uncomfortably. “You’ve changed,” he finally said with a reproving frown.
    Why was that surprising to him? It had been seven years
since we’d seen each other, and I’d grown from the naïve and innocent young
girl he’d seduced to a fully grown woman. I was totally in charge of my heart
now and not likely to surrender it or my body just for a summer fling. Surely
that would be an annoying setback for a hot Latin stud such as himself.
    Good.
    “You haven’t,” I said with a derisive snort. “You still take
what you want regardless of the other person’s wishes.”
    I watched with fascination as the fury in his eyes spilled
over into his face, tightening his jaw, reducing his sexy lips to a thin line.
He leaned slightly in and I thought he was going to kiss me but he only stared,
working his anger through his system before he spoke. “You’ve changed. The
Sarah I knew and loved didn’t lie.”
    “I don’t lie.”
    “No?” he asked, looming over me with his angry stare and
stance. He clutched my hips and yanked me against his hard body, his eyes dark
and fierce, boring into mine, his rock-like erection touching my naked skin.
Thrilling shivers ran up and down my body, and in spite of myself, I let my
hands slip up around his torso and loop around his neck. He lowered his head
and took my mouth by storm, his passionate, wild kisses igniting the fires
trapped inside me for so long. I arched into him, aching with need, seeking the
connection, the ecstasy of another time. And suddenly it all came back—the
arousing smell, the stirring touch, the thrilling words. I caved in.
    There’s no use, I still love him. I still ache for him.
    Shuddering, I found myself returning his kisses with
maddening enthusiasm and soaring elation, my hands clawing his back, my hips
thrusting, my mound frantically rubbing his stiff cock.
    All past and present passion surfaced and I felt the old
stirring in my chest. Suddenly stark fear froze me, preventing me from carrying
on with this wild abandon, forcing me to fend him off by making a dig at him.
    “You just proved my point.”
    “And you proved mine,” he retorted, walking away, water
gleaming on his tanned skin, dripping down his gorgeous body, taut muscles
flexing as he bent over and retrieved his clothes from the ground.
    Mesmerized by his dark, strong male beauty, I murmured, “How?”
    Diogo stopped the process of putting his clothes back on.
With his pants unzipped and low on his hips, he half turned his upper body,
displaying long streaks on his back as he stared at me over his shoulder. I
blushed profusely.
    Oh no! I’d done that. Self-denial would not erase the
marks from his back or the need still pulsing between my thighs. I sank below
the water level, drowning the flush of color coming up on my neck and face.
When I came back up for air Diogo was standing at the water’s edge. He looked
at me for a long moment with those dark, dark eyes, his expression unreadable.
Then without changing his demeanor, he leaned over until we were eye to eye.
    “Who are you, and what have you done to my friend Sarah?”
With that he left and walked through the trees without so much as a backward
glance, and I rushed to put my clothes on. When I heard the unmistakable sound
of hoofs I knew it was Soberano and a flashback from the past almost brought me
to my knees. I couldn’t imagine the pain of losing him a second time.
    “Diogo!” I shouted above the noise of the waterfall, running
after