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The week before her big day, Tia catches her fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. She quickly washes her hands of them both. But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon to her dream spot-South Africa?
After bumping into the same cute guy three times in Cape Town, Tia's reminded she still has desires. Before long, they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, and getting to know each other.
But when trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provide them with quick shelter as the storm rages above. But for Tia, another storm rages between her and her sexy saviour. Will he teach her to trust again? Or is there more to the hot American than meets the eye?
“This is a cool place,” he said, reaching into the shower cubicle and flicking on the water.
“Yes, I thought so. Not that I’ve had my money’s worth out of it.”
“That’s about to change.” He shoved at his jeans, pausing to kick aside his boots. “Get naked, babe.”
“Er, yes...” She’d gotten carried away watching him strip. It was a sight to see, all those acres of perfect flesh, rippling muscles and long, lean limbs. And damn, his cock, erect and thick... she was looking forward to getting up close and personal with it again.
She tugged at her fleece, dropped it to one side, then did the same with her t- shirt and bra.
He studied her, his eyes brimming with fire, then turned and stepped into the water. “Ah, heaven.” He lifted his face to the stream and smoothed his hands over his head.
Tia continued to admire him as she undid her boots and kicked them away. The water gave his skin a sleek shine and his hair darkened. His buttocks were a paler shade than the rest of him, the fine hairs on his legs flat now they were wet.
Quickly she lost her jeans and underwear and stepped in beside him.
The water was gloriously hot, the steam warming her throat as she breathed in. “Mmm, this is much better,” he said, pulling her close and rubbing his hands down her back to her arse. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes.” She reached for a bottle of complimentary shower gel and squirted it between them so it basted their chests. It was fragranced with lavender.
“You want me to smell like a girl?” he asked, grinning.
“Better than the baboon scent that’s going on.”
“Hey, I do not smell like a baboon.” He laughed and gave her arse a slap.
“Ow.” She giggled and writhed from his grip. “I’ll have a hand print there now.”
“That’s the idea, to remind you that, for this morning at least, you’re mine.”
She pulled in a breath and rubbed the suds over her body. She didn’t like to think of how little time they had together.
He quickly washed, his attention following her hands as she rubbed suds over herself.
She pushed negative thoughts from her head. They had to make the most of it, as he’d said. Create memories that would last a lifetime.
Once again, she looked at his cock. A few suds of shower gel sat in his pubic hair. “You ever had a blowjob from an English girl?”
“Well, we’d best change that.” She licked her top lip then sank to her knees.
“Ah, fuck,” he said, running his hands into her hair. “Really?”
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