Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week we're all about strong, sexy hunks. Some time ago I watched Levison Wood on TV, he's an adventurer, and pretty easy on the eye, too. He, and a trip to South Africa, inspired me to write ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN, and I called my hunky hero Levi just to keep the juices flowing.
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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. Levi is charming and funny, sexy and strong.
When trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provides 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?
“Perhaps we should take them off.” He tipped his head and gave her a wicked smile. “Hang them up to dry.”
“It’s bad news to be in wet clothing in this kind of situation.”
“I agree.” She glanced at his jeans again. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was a definite bulge going on.
Jesus, is he thinking we’re going to get it on? Here?
He caught the direction of her gaze. “I...er...” He shifted on his knees. “Sorry—you’re cute, you’ve been snuggled up against me. I’m a guy...” He sat back against the wall and adjusted the creases in his jeans.
She pressed her lips together. The electricity of their connection, their bodies aligned as he’d embraced her, had not gone unnoticed by Tia either.
“I don’t know about you, but there’s not going to be much sleeping tonight and well...” Levi paused. “And since you just said that there hadn’t been enough sex on your honeymoon—”
“Levi!” Her mouth hung open. “That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, sorry, guess that’s how us Americans are.” He shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but even in the dim light she could see a burst of colour on his cheeks.
“You Americans...” She shook her head.
“Yeah, we’re not stiff upper lip. Maybe we live in the moment. I do, these days, after...” He tilted his chin, squared his shoulders. “But don’t you want to join the half mile high club?”
“Yeah, we’re at a decent altitude here.” He bit on his bottom lip.
She giggled and knotted her hands together. Would it really be such a bad way to pass the time? Levi was hot. She’d been imagining getting her hands on his sexy body all afternoon. And what was more, she was a free agent, she could do what the hell she bloody well liked. There was no one to tell her what she should or shouldn’t be doing. No one to answer to. And had she ever had a wild night of no-commitment, no-strings sex?
So if a good way to pass a cold night on a windy mountain was sex, then she could—if she wanted to.
“Forget it.” He shrugged and glanced away. “I’m sorry, I just thought...”
“You just thought it might warm me up, help me get over my ex...”
“I guess.” He shuffled back to the wall and folded his arms.
“Give me some memories to take back to England.”
She stared at him. Even damp, his hair in rats’ tails, and his jawline stubbled, he was still the sexiest guy she’d seen in Africa. Hell, the sexiest guy she’d seen in a long time.
“Hey.” She knelt before him, between his legs again, but facing him this time. “I haven’t said no.”