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  Her mouth opened, a sigh escaping. Their heads slanted, aligning to deepen the kiss. When they drew apart, they were both breathless. Without speaking, Sergei drew off his shirt; she pulled hers over her head and tossed it away. Amid grunts and whispered curses, they stripped off their remaining clothing until they faced each other nude, the sunlight spearing through the lattice dappling their skin.

  He cloaked his cock in a condom and then glanced up, catching her greedy gaze locked on his sex. “Come here.”

  She edged closer until her small breasts met his chest. His cock was already filled and jutting against her belly. With a gentle move, he laid her on her back, then hovered over her, kissing her breasts, fondling her sex until her eyes closed and her breaths shortened to sexy little pants.

  He eased a finger inside and found her wet. She raised her knees and spread them, inviting his exploration, and he bent between them, tonguing her, skimming her outer lips, then feathering the edges of her delicate pink inner folds. With his thumbs, he parted her and teased her further with his tongue, enjoying the tremors that made her belly quiver and her thighs shake.

  And only when she was very, very wet did he place himself between her spread legs and push inside, his intrusion so much easier than the previous night because she was relaxed, knew exactly what would happen next, and she was every bit as eager as he to join their bodies.

  He pumped slowly, gliding in and out, and felt her slick walls close around him, the gentle ripples of her arousal, massaging him. She was wet, perfect. He went deeper, a hand slipping beneath her to bring her hips flush against his, allowing him all the way inside.

  With sweat beginning to coat their bodies, Sergei paused, looking down at her flushed face. He pushed back her hair, kissed her nose, her mouth, her chin.

  Her hands moved from where they gripped his shoulders, around to his back where her nails raked either side of his spine. “Please, Sergei,” she whispered.

  Realization struck him, how perfect this moment was, how beautiful she was beneath him. Glossy, mink hair spread like a cloud beneath her head. Her wide, doe-like gray gaze clinging to his face. Her nipples were tight points, tugging at his chest hair, and her hips, pinned beneath his, ground against him, urging him to move.

  Sergei wanted more. Wanted everything. Wanted her wild. He pulled out, ignoring her disappointed cry, and turned and lifted her with his hands on her hips, showing her with his forceful grip how he wanted her, braced on her hands and knees. And then he spread her folds with his fingers and pushed inside her again.

  Kara flipped her hair to one side, and glanced backward, a light in her eyes, a hint of challenge. Her entire body was tense and quivering as he pushed deeper. Her hips tilted taking him deeper still, and then she pushed back, her soft ass snug against the cradle of his hips.

  “I like this,” she said, her head angled toward him.

  “I thought you might.” Holding her hips still with his hands, he slid slowly out, then plunged quickly back inside.

  She gave a moan and her back dropped, increasing the tilt of her ass. She leaned on one hand and reached behind her, scraping her nails along his thigh. “Sergei,” she said, her voice tight.

  “Yes, baby, tell me.”

  “I think… I’m close. I can’t breathe.”

  He bent over her and kissed the back of her neck then bit her shoulder. Her arms collapsed beneath her and she went to her elbows.

  Knowing she was seconds from exploding, he said, “Hold on there. Try not to come. Wait for me.”

  She gave a choked laugh, a thin desperate sound, but she dropped her head to the cushions and he felt her pussy tighten around him.

  He gritted his teeth, and moved faster, his thrusts growing harder and harder until the sound of skin smacking skin filled the gazebo. But he couldn’t care they might be discovered. She was hot and wet and making those sounds again, the thin mewling moans. He felt powerful, invincible, his cock plunging again and again, stroking her inner channel, his balls pounding against her, adding soft thuds to the sharper, wetter slaps that grew louder.

  At the sound of her cry, he quickly reached beneath her and slid his finger into the top of her folds, found the small hard nub, and rubbed it, circling it as moisture coated his finger.

  Her hands clenched the cushions and she screamed. And he was done, hot spurts of come filling the condom while he continued to pound against her, extending her pleasure and his.

  Finally spent, he blanketed her back, then drew them both down to the cushions, spooning around her, his arms crossing to hold her close. He cupped a breast, her pussy. He nuzzled his mouth into the corner of her neck, and her hands touched his cheek, his thigh.

  He licked the sweat off her shoulder. “Um, salty. Second-favorite flavor.”

  “Your first?” she asked, a smile in her voice.

  He laughed softly. “Need you ask? Didn’t I spend enough time eating up your sweet puss—”

  “Stop. I get it.” She jerked against him, laughing. “I can see how people become obsessed with sex. This is the most amazing feeling.”

  “With the right partner. Otherwise, sex is just exercise. Release.”

  His cock was losing firmness and began to slide from inside her depths.

  She groaned and clenched her thighs. “I want to stay like this.”

  “Not worried that someone will come along?”

  “Do you think they don’t already know? There are cameras everywhere.”

  He wasn’t surprised she knew. “Do you mind that someone might have been watching?” he said softly.

  “They’re your friends. Being seen must be just as embarrassing to you. Unless you do this sort of thing all the time.”

  He grunted.

  Her head angled sharply. “Really?”

  Sergei smoothed his lips along her shoulder, gliding in more salty moisture. He could make a meal of her. “Nobody here is particularly modest.”

  “Huh.”

  The nipple beneath his hand tightened an almost imperceptible fraction more. “Kara?”

  She held silent.

  He pulled free, then came over her, rolling her to her back then trapping her beneath his body. Her gaze was lowered, so he tapped her nose to get hers to rise.

  When they were locked, staring back at each other, he narrowed his eyes. His heart pounded against his chest. “Do you like the thought of them watching?”

  Her mouth opened to respond, but then she clamped it closed and shook her head. But her eyes were wide in an almost fearful expression.

  “Ah. Kara…” Sergei kissed her mouth. “You can tell me anything, sweetheart. Anything. I won’t judge you.”

  Kara swallowed then gave him a shy look that speared straight to his heart. “I wouldn’t mind,” she whispered so lightly he had to lean closer, “if they saw.”

  Something unlocked inside his chest. An easing that was more than relief. The sensation almost felt like happiness.

  Chapter Ten

  “I thought the cabins were still under construction. Off-limits.”

  “A few are complete,” Sergei murmured.

  He��d been in a funny mood all afternoon. Not that she knew his moods all that well. But once she’d made her confession and he’d kissed her senseless, he’d seemed a little distracted.

  But then she’d been distracted by the arrival of the helicopter. A surprise for her, Tilly said as she’d pulled her away from Sergei, which had been more disappointing than it should have been. It wasn’t as though either of them needed to be together 24/7. Already, she felt as though there was an invisible line connecting them, like that sturdy little pirogue tethered to the dock. She felt adrift when he was out of sight.

  Simply put, she was becoming obsessed. And that wouldn’t do. How much harder would that feeling be when there were miles and miles between them?

  Tilly’s surprise wasn’t all that unexpected. Kara had been wearing the other woman’s clothing like a little sister who couldn’t quite
fill her sibling’s shoes. And Sergei had already hinted that clothing more suited to her size and coloring was on the way. However, Kara hadn’t expected the sheer volume—a ridiculous wealth of clothing, and none of the items were purchased off the rack.

  “This is too much,” she said after Tilly upended the shopping bags in the center of Sergei’s bed. Piles of silky dresses in brilliant jeweled colors, casual outfits, sandals, pumps, panties, bras—enough to fill her entire closet and dresser back home. “I can’t afford to repay you for this.”

  “I didn’t spend a dime,” Tilly said, a sly smile curling her lips.

  Kara didn’t want to touch them, no matter how beautiful everything was, because they all had to go back. “I can’t. I wouldn’t spend this much on clothing in an entire year.” Or even ten.

  “Honey, Serge can afford them. Don’t you worry about a thing. Enjoy the gift.”

  Before she could stiffen to hide her reaction, she felt warmth suffuse her face. Her body tingled in all the places Sergei had pinched and caressed. She shook her head to rid herself of the instant pleasure. “I can’t let him buy my clothing.”

  “Would you disappoint him? Last night, I offered to buy them, but he threw his credit card at me. Said to get anything you might need.” She waved a hand at the profusion of items littering the bed. “So maybe I went a little crazy. He won’t mind. I promise.”

  Which begged the question of just how wealthy Sergei was that he could afford to buy a complete wardrobe for a woman he barely knew.

  Tilly tilted her head to the side. “Serge wanted to please you, Kara. Let him.”

  Kara turned back toward the bed and fingered a lovely cotton top, a gypsy tunic with an asymmetrical hem and blousy sleeves in a busy garnet, sage, and turquoise pattern. “I feel like a kept woman,” she muttered.

  “Well, you’re not alone. I’m your sister in this.” Tilly laughed. “Believe me, I tried to fight Boone too, but these guys can be very insistent. The attitude’s another form of seduction, you know. Give a girl pretty clothes, make love to her until she forgets all the reasons why you two will never work…”

  The similarity of their situations rang through her thoughts. Kara stared at Tilly. “Was it like that for you too?”

  “From the start. Boone swept into town like a hurricane. Inside a day, I was off to Mexico. Only took another day or so for me to find myself in his bed. I never left.”

  Kara’s heart squeezed. “You both seem very happy.”

  “We are. And I’ve never seen Sergei act the way he does around you. He’s the steady kind. Always looking for trouble hiding in the bushes. But with you… well, let’s just say everyone’s noticed he’s different.” She placed both hands on Kara’s shoulders. “He’s my friend, and I want him happy. He deserves to be.”

  “But I’m not staying. I have a life far away from here, in another state.” Even as she said the words, she knew they were an excuse. A buffer against any disappointment should things fall apart between her and Sergei. Hell, she wasn’t sure she had a life to return to. Her job might already be out the window due to her extended absence. Her shoulders drooped.

  “Let’s take it one day at a time.” Tilly dropped her hands. “In the meantime, let’s knock his socks off.” She reached for the hem of the navy tee Kara was wearing and pulled it up.

  In shock that Tilly intended to strip her, Kara mutely lifted her arms for her to sweep it away. She gathered her senses before Tilly could make a move on the capris, but pushing them off meant she’d be entirely nude. Since Tilly didn’t seem to think there was anything strange about this, Kara gritted her teeth and shoved down her pants.

  Tilly eyed her body.

  A flush crept from Kara’s cheeks to her chest.

  “I can see why Serge’s taken,” Tilly murmured, and then she turned toward the bed and rifled through the bras and panties, finding a matching pair in the same garnet of the shirt. “Put these on.”

  Thankful for a little armor against Tilly’s stare, Kara quickly donned the items. The panties were tiny bikinis. The bra barely covered her nipples and pushed her breasts high. Next, she slid on a pair of black leggings that pulled up no higher than her hips and the garnet top. The tunic was so thin her bra showed through the gauzy fabric. “I think I need a tank top.”

  “Don’t you dare. Serge will swallow his own tongue when he sees you in this. You’re gorgeous—like a gypsy girl in these.” She dug a hand into one last bag and drew out a jewelry box. Inside it was necklace made of crocheted linen cord, small garnets peppering its length and a large teardrop yellow citrine hanging from the midpoint. Then she brought out large silver hoops for her ears. “Wear these.”

  At the sight of the jewelry, Kara began to shake her head until Tilly narrowed her eyes and grabbed her upper arm, turning her toward the mirror, and then dropping the necklace over her head. The citrine sat in the hollow of her breasts in the blouse’s deep vee. The effect was perfect. More rustling, and Tilly produced a tube of lipstick, garnet again. Much darker than Kara usually wore, but when she swiped her lips with it, the image in the reflection was transformed. She was a gypsy girl. Her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. The rich dark red on her lips making them appear lusher, her gray eyes darker. She spun in a circle, watching the blouse float away from her body.

  “I wish I could wear those colors.” Tilly clapped her hands. “You’re exotic.”

  “But you’re beautiful. I’d look washed out in that light blue. You look like a princess.”

  “Boone has no complaints. Which reminds me, I’m supposed to meet him for some quality testing…”

  The way she said the words, slyly with her cheeks flushing, told Kara that whatever they were testing would involve very little clothing.

  “You should go find Serge and thank him,” Tilly said with a waggle of her eyebrows.

  When she was gone, Kara shook her head, eyeing the mound of pretty clothes on the bed. To fold and find places for them would take her all afternoon, if there was even space inside Sergei’s closet. Since Sergei had insisted she move into his room, she assumed that was where she should put them, but maybe she should ask him first. She didn’t know the protocol for asking a lover for closet space.

  Behind her, the door opened. An older woman came inside. “Tilly said I should put your things away.”

  “I can manage this.”

  “I’m instructed to tell you Serge is looking for you. He’s in the kitchen. Said you would need lunch.”

  Her stomach knotted with excitement. She didn’t need another nudge to head for the door. Walking away, she scolded herself for running after him like an eager puppy. But who knew how long she’d be here, and she wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as she could.

  Sliding a hand over her blouse, she hoped he liked what he’d bought. When she left, she’d have to leave the beautiful clothes behind. But for now, she couldn’t wait to see his expression. She hoped he approved. The thought of his gaze drifting over the curves the gauzy blouse did little to conceal added an extra bounce to her step.

  The sound of voices, all male, drifting from the kitchen made her steps slow. For an instant, she second-guessed her decision not to don the tank top. As she peered around the doorway to see who was inside the room, she felt a hand touch her back. She jerked, turning blindly and bumping the top of her head against a rock-hard chin.

  Eric glanced downward, rubbing his chin. “Are you hiding in the hallway?”

  “I’m deciding whether I have the guts to go inside. Tilly dressed me,” she said, pulling at her blouse.

  Eric’s gaze swept her, lingering on the tops of her breasts and then on the pendant dangling between them. “You’re perfect.” With a grin, he pressed his hand against the small of her back and ushered her into the kitchen.

  Conversation halted, the four men at the table all took their time scanning her body.

  Kara’s cheeks warmed. And she didn’t dare glance at Sergei or she thought she m
ight combust.

  Not because she was embarrassed, but because their earlier conversation came screaming back into her mind. The part where she admitted she wouldn’t have minded if his friends watched her and Sergei make love.

  Sergei pushed back from the table and came toward her and Eric.

  Eric’s hand slipped to her hip, and he hugged her against his side. “Look what I found hiding in the hallway.”

  “You can let her go now.” Sergei’s gaze narrowed on his friend.

  “I don’t know,” Eric drawled. “I don’t think she minds so much, do you, sweetheart?”

  Kara’s jaw dropped as Eric’s fingers spread to clutch more of her bottom. “Um, I wasn’t hiding in the hallway.”

  “But you didn’t answer my question.” Eric grinned at Sergei, but slowly slid away his hand.

  Sergei’s hand shot out, clamping around her wrist. He pulled her to his side, then waited as Eric strode away, chuckling.

  After taking a deep breath, Sergei gave her a strained smile. “You look lovely,” he said, then fingered the pendant between her breasts. “Did I buy that?”

  “And the earrings,” she said, angling her head to the side. “Thank you. Tilly said I shouldn’t make a fuss. But I will have to repay you.” His smoldering look killed her intention to simply leave the clothes behind.

  “I can think of ways you can repay me…” He arched a brow, and then stared down at her blouse.

  “It’s not any more revealing than a bathing suit,” she said, suddenly breathless because he was studying her breasts and her nipples ruched beneath the thin lace of her bra. “I wanted to wear a tank top beneath it, but Tilly insisted.”

  “I’ll have a word with her. To thank her.” He gave a low rumble then pulled her against his chest, his head descending.

  A throat cleared behind them, and they both turned to find Jonesy standing there, his granite face not betraying anything of what he thought about their very public display.

  “I should have put up taller lattice panels inside the gazebo,” he muttered under his breath as he passed them.

  Kara froze, then dug her elbow into Sergei’s side when he began to chuckle. “Not funny,” she whispered. “He saw.”