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She moaned as she touched herself, her fingers slipping into the folds of her wet, swollen labia.

And that was when she suddenly realized she was no longer alone.

She gasped, her eyes flew open, and she stared at the man standing only a few feet away.

Joel’s face was set in hard lines, that square jaw clenched, his brows drawn together over his narrowed eyes. His big shoulders were taut, hands half-clawed at his sides, legs planted apart like a man ready for battle.

He’d found her—and this time, he really had caught her touching herself. Her face, her throat, even her breasts flushed in a scalding blush. She cupped her hand over her mons, hiding from him. For a long, agonizing moment, she gazed at him. She could not for the life of her force a word past her lips, could only wait. Her breasts quivered with the force of her agitated breath.

His eyes fell to her breasts, feasting on every quiver, and then down her taut abdomen, over her belly to the hand cupped protectively over her mound.

And as she watched, his face changed, still set in those hard lines, but his eyelids drooped in a heavy, sensual promise.

“You’re in big trouble, wahine,” he said in a voice that shivered through her like a drum. “You shouldn’t have taken off up here alone, and you and I are going to have it out for that. But first…oh yeah…first.”

She shook her head at him, her gaze never leaving his. Her breasts quivered with her agitated breaths. “Don’t…say a single word,” she choked out. “Just go!”

He finally raised his gaze to hers again, and his mouth kicked up at one corner. “I only have this to say. Ka nani, ku’u ipo,” he said. “You’re so lovely, sweetheart.”

Oh no, he’d been learning Hawaiian. She hated that those deep, husky words reached deep inside her and tugged like an invisible rope. And then he undid the rest of her defenses. Stepping close enough to touch her, so that she felt the heat of his body, he slowly dropped to his knees before her, and waited for her to decide if she wanted him to touch her.

“E kipa mai,” he urged. “Come to me.”

She let out her breath on a soft sob of need. “’Ae. Nu no ka i’ini. I need you.”

“I’ll take good care of you, Nani.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips like a gentle brand on the back of her hand. Then, very slowly, he nudged it aside with his face and inhaled deeply. His breath ruffled the curls on her mons, a rumble of pleasure deep in his chest. “Ah…you smell like paradise. I’ve been waiting for this.”

He reared back a little to admire her. “Such delicate black curls, so pretty on your golden skin, and that shy, pink pussy.”

He looked up into her eyes and put out his tongue. Then he licked her, a wet, butterfly caress. “I smelled you on my hand last night. Didn’t want to wash those fingers.”

Bella whimpered, a high, breathy sound that the trees echoed back to her with sibilant whispers of praise.

“Yeah,” he murmured, lifting his hands to her hips, sliding them around to cup her ass and lift her slightly, urging her to open herself to him. “Watch me, Princess. Watch me make you happy. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

He licked her again, thrusting his tongue deep into her labia and then licking up, his eyes slitting as he watched what he was doing.

Bella had never felt anything like this. He knew what he was doing, had obviously practiced—a lot. Later she’d be jealous of those other women, but for right now, all she could do was feel. The slender, springy tree supporting her. The smooth bark of the branch she reached up to grasp with one hand for support. His hands, hot and hard, holding her in place. And his tongue, swirling around her clitoris in a wanton, slippery caress that made need coalesce under his touch, made her pussy clench harder and harder.

The silken brush of blossoms, nodding down to stroke her bare breasts, her nipples, her face. She turned her face into them and felt the soft kiss of their petals on her lips, her nipples.

It was incredibly erotic, knowing that the forest was watching her, caressing her in the most delicate way while Joel worked his magic below.

She slid her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, desperate that he should continue. Because her world narrowed