shoes, she stuffed a towel and bathing suit into her beach bag, took one last, wistful look at her novel and then stepped outside.
It was time to explore this beautiful magical island, and forget about ever falling into the arms of a wild, passionate man like the one from her erotic book.
* * *
C ody lowered his scope and brushed his palm over his chin, scratching the day-old growth shadowing his jaw as his body turned mutinous.
He drew a deep breath yet still couldn’t manage to fill his lungs. As a military-trained sniper, he’d witnessed a lot of grizzly shit through his scope, but the one thing he’d never sighted was a sexy woman pleasuring herself.
That was definitely a first, but sweet Jesus, he sure as hell hoped it wasn’t the last time. Because he’d never been so fucking turned on in his entire life.
He hadn’t meant to spy. He really hadn’t. But how the hell could he possibly tear his gaze away from that erotic show once he had spotted her? He was male, after all.
The truth was, he’d been watching Abby for days, ever since he’d met her at dinner. He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about her that held his attention.
Abby Benton, with legs longer than an eternity in hell, gorgeous, passion-drenched blue eyes and lush curves, reminded him that despite everything he’d been through over the last year, he was still a red-blooded American.
With physical needs.
His cock twitched as his mind revisited the way her hands had dipped under her yellow bikini bottoms and the sensuous way her hips had come off the chair as she pushed her fingers inside her pussy. The erotic vision triggered a craving deep inside him, prompting his dick into action.
Fuck…
Biting down on his bottom lip, Cody broke into a sweat and stifled a moan of sexual frustration. His muscles ached—throbbed, actually—and the compulsion to climb down from that mountain and satisfy Abby Benton the way a wicked woman like her deserved to be satisfied sang through his veins, shepherding lust and heat to his coldest corners.
His powerful scope had allowed him to see the lack of fulfillment in her eyes after she’d brought herself to climax. He suspected that fingers alone could never really satisfy a hot little number like her. What she needed was a rock-hard cock inside her before she could attain true sexual fulfillment.
And wouldn’t you know it. He just happened to have one.
A slow tremor moved down his spine, stirring his hormones along that southern path before settling low in his groin. His thoughts careened in an erotic direction as he continued to take pleasure in his covert mission. He watched her wade into the warm Pacific water and reveled in the way her damp tanned skin glistened under the midday sun. His whole body tightened and beckoned her touch.
Her sexy solo act reminded him that even though he’d sealed off his emotions long ago, burying them deep inside and shutting himself off from others after his overseas tour, there was still one part of him that hadn’t turned to ice.
One very big, very hard part, to be more accurate.
Cody’s skin prickled in warning and his stomach churned, a good indication that his solitude was about to be interrupted. A moment later he heard a rustling noise a few feet away. Composing himself, he ignored the incessant ache between his legs and twisted around, preparing for a confrontation. As far as Cody was concerned, it’d be a cold day in hell before he—the predator—became the prey. No one caught Cody Lannon off guard. No one.
Cody watched Malik step out from behind a foxtail palm tree and close the gap between them. How the man always managed to find Cody hidden in the thick foliage, Cody would never know.
“Good afternoon, my child.” Malik narrowed his gaze and scrutinized him.
Cody pinched the bridge of his nose. “Good afternoon,” he replied, without bothering to keep the annoyance from his voice.
Malik held his hands out and touched Cody’s
It was time to explore this beautiful magical island, and forget about ever falling into the arms of a wild, passionate man like the one from her erotic book.
* * *
C ody lowered his scope and brushed his palm over his chin, scratching the day-old growth shadowing his jaw as his body turned mutinous.
He drew a deep breath yet still couldn’t manage to fill his lungs. As a military-trained sniper, he’d witnessed a lot of grizzly shit through his scope, but the one thing he’d never sighted was a sexy woman pleasuring herself.
That was definitely a first, but sweet Jesus, he sure as hell hoped it wasn’t the last time. Because he’d never been so fucking turned on in his entire life.
He hadn’t meant to spy. He really hadn’t. But how the hell could he possibly tear his gaze away from that erotic show once he had spotted her? He was male, after all.
The truth was, he’d been watching Abby for days, ever since he’d met her at dinner. He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about her that held his attention.
Abby Benton, with legs longer than an eternity in hell, gorgeous, passion-drenched blue eyes and lush curves, reminded him that despite everything he’d been through over the last year, he was still a red-blooded American.
With physical needs.
His cock twitched as his mind revisited the way her hands had dipped under her yellow bikini bottoms and the sensuous way her hips had come off the chair as she pushed her fingers inside her pussy. The erotic vision triggered a craving deep inside him, prompting his dick into action.
Fuck…
Biting down on his bottom lip, Cody broke into a sweat and stifled a moan of sexual frustration. His muscles ached—throbbed, actually—and the compulsion to climb down from that mountain and satisfy Abby Benton the way a wicked woman like her deserved to be satisfied sang through his veins, shepherding lust and heat to his coldest corners.
His powerful scope had allowed him to see the lack of fulfillment in her eyes after she’d brought herself to climax. He suspected that fingers alone could never really satisfy a hot little number like her. What she needed was a rock-hard cock inside her before she could attain true sexual fulfillment.
And wouldn’t you know it. He just happened to have one.
A slow tremor moved down his spine, stirring his hormones along that southern path before settling low in his groin. His thoughts careened in an erotic direction as he continued to take pleasure in his covert mission. He watched her wade into the warm Pacific water and reveled in the way her damp tanned skin glistened under the midday sun. His whole body tightened and beckoned her touch.
Her sexy solo act reminded him that even though he’d sealed off his emotions long ago, burying them deep inside and shutting himself off from others after his overseas tour, there was still one part of him that hadn’t turned to ice.
One very big, very hard part, to be more accurate.
Cody’s skin prickled in warning and his stomach churned, a good indication that his solitude was about to be interrupted. A moment later he heard a rustling noise a few feet away. Composing himself, he ignored the incessant ache between his legs and twisted around, preparing for a confrontation. As far as Cody was concerned, it’d be a cold day in hell before he—the predator—became the prey. No one caught Cody Lannon off guard. No one.
Cody watched Malik step out from behind a foxtail palm tree and close the gap between them. How the man always managed to find Cody hidden in the thick foliage, Cody would never know.
“Good afternoon, my child.” Malik narrowed his gaze and scrutinized him.
Cody pinched the bridge of his nose. “Good afternoon,” he replied, without bothering to keep the annoyance from his voice.
Malik held his hands out and touched Cody’s
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