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erection pressing ever so painfully against his shorts was a clear reminder.
    Armand lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head, laying it on the back of his seat. Two could play the game of tease. He was a fucking Jinn after all and seduction part of his DNA. Even without any power, no woman had ever been able to resist his body or his charm. He watched her eyes roam down his chest and to the top of his jeans. She drew her lip through her teeth as her gaze lingered. Was she waiting for him to undo the button? Before he could oblige her, she looked up.
    “Nice tattoo.” She moved to the ladder and proceeded to climb down into the water. “If you want to hand me something, I'll take it to shore.”
    “Thanks.” He grabbed the cooler and plopped it in the water. “I'll be along in a moment. Got some things to finish up first.” Like adjusting his throbbing erection. She may have thought she appeared nonchalant, but he could smell her arousal. He'd be willing to bet her bathing suit was wet long before she hit the water.
    He fiddled around and tried to look busy while he watched her move to shore from behind his mirrored glasses. She walked up the beach, her bottom half soaked and droplets of water ran down her thighs. He let a moan escape. She had moved too far away to hear him anyway.
    “This is going to be a long, fucking day,” he growled under his breath then jumped in the water pulling the tote with the rest of their stuff behind him. At least the coolness of the lake assisted in deflating his dick. For the moment.
    He detached the two beach chairs he'd brought from the top of the tote and unfolded them. Kayla sidled up next to him, so close he could feel her coolness slide across his skin. Shit. He gritted his teeth, needing something to keep himself in check, or he was going to lose all control.
    “What can I do?”
    He handed her the towels. “You can take these and I'll set up the table.”
    “Okay.” She spun and walked away from him with a little more swing in her hips then she had before.
    Son of a bitch! The vixen wants to play does she?
    He took the table from the tote, pulled it from its bag and unrolled it. He screwed the legs on and flipped it over.
    “Wow, that's cool. I've never seen one of those before.” She stood over him. He slipped the glasses off and let his gaze roam up her legs to her stomach and finally to her face.
    “I must say, querida, that bikini suits you well. You are, eh, most pleasant to look at.” He flashed a wide smile and watched her take two steps back.
    “Um, thanks.”
    Was she having second thoughts? Too late, he'd already determined seduction was in the air tonight. He would have her. Not tonight, however. He decided he would make her beg him. When she came to him, she would be unable to stand it any longer and only then would he give her what she needed.

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Had he called her darling? Kayla was pretty sure she understood him with what little Spanish she'd learned. Then there was the look in his eyes—as if he wanted to devour her. No woman would mistake it and it had been the confirmation she needed.
    He was taking the bait.
    She worried slightly though. It had been a long time since she'd had sex. Would he think her inadequate? She had to remind herself this was going to be only a brief encounter. It would end when she went home if not before.
    Sex. This was strictly for the sex.
    With that in mind, she seated herself in one of the chairs and watched Armand pull a bottle of white wine from the cooler and two glasses from a wicker basket he'd taken out of the tote.
    “Would you care for some wine?”
    “I'd love some.” A little liquid courage certainly couldn't hurt. “So does the tattoo mean anything? “ She stared at the thick black bands that wrapped around his right bicep and wanted to trace the markings with her fingers. Instead, she watched him pour the glass to half full with white wine then procure a bottle of water from the