On display and half-nude, she simply glowed. Blonde tendrils fell from her messy bun, framing her face and neck with soft waves. He resisted the urge to brush them behind her ear. Sapphire eyes sparkled brighter than the actual stone, and were by far the prominent feature on her delicate face. Guided by dirty, unapologetic lust, his gaze wandered the length of her long slender body—thin, but by no means fragile. Lean muscle formed her arms, legs, and abdomen. Barely contained by the tiny top, her round, full breasts balanced the curve of her hips like she'd been designed by math geeks. Every angle, every curve, a perfect compliment to the next. An angel. My angel.
"Hi." Hi? What an asshole. He was Marcus fucking Lothario. Sex god according to the thousands of women he'd pleasured. This was his moment and the only word he could spit out was hi? Camilla stood still, wide-eyed, arms at her sides, deer in the headlights.
"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked. Still nothing. Not even a breath. Offering her beach bag, he asked "Do you have shoes in here?" Not that he minded carrying her, but perhaps she would like to walk. It was the twenty-first century after all.
Slow and steady, not taking her eyes off his for a blink, she reached out, stretched her fingers around the handle, and grabbed her bag. Okay, they were making headway. He'd rendered women speechless before. Usually his lips, fingers, or cock were involved.
"Camilla. I need you to…." She swung. Bam. Something hard dug into the side of his head and knocked him sideways. Whirls of browns and greens clashed with flashes of blinding light, blurring his vision. When he collected his wits from where they’d splattered across the jungle floor, Camilla had cleared thirty yards, sprinting into the dense foliage, barefoot, and damned near naked.
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Krissy is a full time writer, avid reader, and lover of dark and dirty romance.
Growing up surrounded by the great outdoors, her life was full of adventure that fueled an overactive imagination and ignited a passion for storytelling. Whether it be dolls, or running free through the wooded areas surrounding her home, playtime always included a tormented villain, a damsel in distress, and a larger than life hero.
After relentless encouragement from friends and family, she finally put the characters in her head to pen and paper. The only thing she loves more than curling up with a steamy romance novel is cozying up to her desk and writing her own sexy adventures to share with others.
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