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the hard curves of his ass. Dimples.
    Dear god, I think I’m melting.
    I duck back around the tree as he straightens, trying to not to pant like some horn-dog Peeping Tom.
    I’m never seen a man naked in the flesh. Masculinity is in short supply around my house, so there’s never been the accidental sightings I’ve heard about growing up from other friends.
    I’m glad my first peek is of Jack, but holy shit, my eyes will never be the same. I finish putting on my suit in a daze. Trying to pull myself together. Trying not to imagine what he looks like from the front bare like that…
    Oh lord, I’m gonna faint.
    Jack raises an eyebrow when I finally emerge. “You all right, princess?”
    My eyes immediately focus on the dark line of hair licking over the ridges of his abdomen, disappearing under the navy trunks tied low on his hips.
    “Yeah, just a little…hot.” My voice is way too breathless. Jack doesn’t seem to notice, giving me an almost cursory once over before walking hastily to the edge of the small cliff.
    “Exactly why we’re here.” His voice sounds funny.
    I glance down at my suit, wondering what the problem is as I follow him. The candy-apple red bikini is pretty sweet, if I do say so myself. Of course, I spill out of it, like I do most things. With a sigh, I yank the material down over my ass once, then give up. Why fight economics? It’s simple supply and demand; my ass demands more fabric, but it’s always in short fucking supply.
    Jack glances up when I stand next to him, that something in his eyes again. My hands clench at my sides, but before I can drive myself crazy trying to guess what he’s thinking, I’m in his arms. “Stop worrying, Seph.”
    I suck in air so fast, I squeak. He laughs, tightening his hold.
    “I’m not worried,” I snap, startled into being too honest, “I just wondered if you’re ever gonna kiss me again.”
    He doesn’t look surprised. Those thick brown lashes lower a fraction and I swear the color in his eyes deepens. “Always so impatient, princess. Good things come to those who wait,” he whispers. “Or hadn’t you heard?”
    “Who told you your kisses are any good?” I retort, trying not to squirm in his arms. God, he feels amazing. All that sun-warmed skin pressed against mine is making it hard to focus.
    “Were they mistaken?” His lips brush mine and I lose the thread of our conversation.
    “Hmmm?”
    His soft chuckle breaks through the fog, but before I can think up a reply, it’s too late. I’m being ruthlessly kissed. And I do mean ruthlessly.
    The feel of his mouth always takes my breath away, but this time it’s more. Jack’s always been controlled, almost a little deliberate when he takes my mouth. It’s incredibly frustrating and hot as hell. All that cool experience tempering my wild impatience. But now he’s kissing me like the kid gloves are coming off at last.
    He nips my lower lip, and I gasp, clinging to those broad shoulders, his muscles bunched and tight under my hands. When his tongue slides into my mouth, my knees buckle and my nails dig into hard, warm flesh. He tastes fiery and smooth at the same time, like spiced wine. I’m greedy for more.
    We’ve never kissed with so little between us. It’s doing...things to me. His bare skin under my fingers, the way his big hand slips into my hair, cupping the back of my neck, forcing me to my toes. The way his thighs brush mine, making my stomach do these weird flips inside.
    Whimpering, I try to press closer, but Jack pulls away. There’s a storm in his eyes now and the sight of it makes me a little scared. I can almost hear the air crackling between us, as if lightning is going to strike at any moment.
    Then he smiles. God, that smile.
    “Last one in is a rotten egg.” With one hand, he shoves me off the cliff. The free fall is over almost before I can register it, my scream swallowed by shockingly cold water that closes over my head like icy green silk. Sputtering, I