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too well, damn his arrogant hide.

Chapter Ten

To Do: In the event of an accident, the tour director works smoothly with those in authority.

Joel was having a really great dream—the best of his entire life. He knew it was a dream, but he went with it, enjoying it for what it was…tropical bliss.

He lay in a soft bed of leaves and flowers on the bank of the grotto pool, naked. Her shoulders back, head high, Bella paced toward him like a young queen. Her crown was red hyacinth, a lei of creamy yellow plumeria hung around her neck, and her breasts were bare, as was her torso and her slender waist, the flat plain of her belly. She wore only a tiny kapa-cloth skirt around her lush hips, baring most of her strong, curving legs.

She stopped beside the bed he had made for them, surveying him as if deciding whether he was what she wanted. But he knew he could make her want him—knew it as surely as he knew that if he didn’t have her here, now, he would go crazy, wild with rage and desire.

Smiling up at her, he held out his hand to her.

“Come to me, Princess.”

She cocked her head, those ebony eyes heavy with desire and a teasing light. Her soft mouth curved up in a mysterious little smile. “Malia paha. Maybe.”

He palmed his turgid cock, enjoying the pull of his hand on the exquisitely sensitive shaft, watching her watch him. “This is yours. All for your pleasure. Let me fill you, make you feel the way you deserve.”

With a sigh of surrender, she pulled the tie of her skirt, and it slipped to the ground around her feet, leaving her bared to him. He groaned aloud at the sight of the sweet little triangle of black curls at the apex of her thighs. “Ah, Princess. No ka oi, ka nani.”

Sitting up, he took her hands and brought her down into his arms.

She rolled away from him, onto her side, and he moved behind her, spooning his body tightly to hers, wrapping one arm over her waist to slide his hand down and cup her sweet mons and driving his cock into the crevice of her lush ass. She was all silk and heat in his arms, the perfect package of feminine dynamite, primed to blow and take him with her.

Joel woke with a start, his eyes flying open. For a short, charged moment, he lay there in the darkness of the cave, unable to separate the dream from reality.

He held Bella in his arms, just as in the dream. Warm and lissome and alive. He was spooned around her, had his cock in the crevice of her ass, her sweet mons filling his hand. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her thin cotton boxers, and his fingers were damp with her arousal, which had soaked her little shorts.

She moved sinuously in his grasp, a soft whimper of need and want in her throat, and he realized that she was still asleep, and as turned-on as he was. Joel groaned silently. If he were the gentleman his mother had raised him to be, and the one Frank had reminded him he’d damn well better be, he’d get the hell back onto his own sleeping bag. But he couldn’t make himself let go of her—not when she was primed and ready and his own balls were so tight they ached, his cock quivering with the absolute need to get inside her.

Closing his eyes, he moved his hand, enjoying the feel of her in his palm, the satiny heat of her thighs clenching around his hand as he stroked her through the thin shorts. She made that little whimpering sound in her throat again, and he reached farther, finding the edge of her knit boxers and thrusting his fingers underneath.

“Bella,” he whispered urgently, rubbing his face on the rumpled satin of her hair. His whiskers caught in the strands. “Baby, wake up.”

Heat roared through him as his fingertips found the slick, swollen petals of her labia. Rigid with desire, unreasoning now, he thrust his longest finger slowly, slowly into the tight sleekness of her pussy.

She gasped, and her arm fumbled over his. He froze, thinking she wanted to push him away, but then realized she was awake, and pushing at her little shorts. Oh, hell yeah. She was as primed as he was by that kiss.

Easing his fingers out of her, he grasped her waistband, pulling