by Vivi Andrews
Her nipples hardened, pushing against
the lace of her bra, demanding to be
released from their confines. She
suppressed the desire to grin. Dream or
real, her reaction to him hadn’t changed
one iota.
“I’m sorry I dragged you into the
woods,” he said, though he didn’t sound
the least bit regretful. “But I couldn’t
wait any longer. I need to kiss you.”
A bolt of heat shot through her as he bent
his head. The anticipation alone was
enough to induce a heart attack. She’d waited so long, believed it impossible
that he was real. His lips touched her
jaw right next to her ear, at once tickling
her and stirring something deep inside
her that hungered for more. Instead of
being sated, her hunger grew as he ran a
string of kisses along her jawline. Her
body trembled each time his lips touched
her skin. He might as well have been
tracing a path to her core. That’s where
the fire burned. By the time he reached
her mouth, she’d creamed her panties.
On a groan, he rocked his erection
against the apex of her thighs. He caught
her at just the right angle and her clit
welcomed the friction. Demanded more.
“I can smell you, sweetheart.” Words whispered in the darkness, only this time
it was no dream. His breath mixed with
the sweet summer breeze caressed her
ear.
Her tiny gasp of longing was all the
invitation he needed to slip his tongue
inside her mouth. Their dream kisses
were absolutely nothing like the real
thing. For one, her senses were sharper
—she tasted a hint of the bitter ale he’d
been drinking and the flavor of Owain
himself. For another, there was nothing
gentle or teasing about this kiss. His
tongue explored her mouth with an
exquisite thoroughness. He traced the
edges of her teeth and then plunged
deeper, stealing her breath and giving her life.
Emotions assaulted her, battering her
wits. When at last he broke the kiss, she
swore she could hear their hearts
hammering a duet between their bodies.
His eyes burned with a hunger that
mirrored hers and she decided she’d
been cast under a spell of some sort.
How else to explain walking into a pub
and finding the man of her dreams sitting
there as though he’d been waiting for her
to arrive? Psychic phenomenon or not,
the situation defied any attempt she
could make to rationalize it. And
suddenly she no longer wanted to. For
once in her well-ordered life she wasn’t
going to ask for explanations or analyze the situation to death. If this was an
enchantment, she didn’t want to wake up.
He stepped away, pulling her arms from
around the tree at the same time. Then he
ran his hands up to her shoulders, easing
any strain. Despite the small distance,
she was still keenly aware of the sexual
tension arcing between them.
“I don’t think I can stop touching you,”
he said.
Now that her hands were free, she
settled one against his chest. Heat
radiated through the soft cotton of his T-
shirt. All this clothing between them was
an unexpected novelty. An enticement to
bare some skin.
“What about me touching you?”
“Dangerous, very dangerous.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Her fingers caressed his chest, grazing
over his nipple. It hardened on contact.
He hissed and she felt the slight tremor
of his muscles beneath her fingers. Her
lips parted. His descended. Her eyes
blinked once and then closed on a sigh.
The tiny sound quickly morphed into a
whimper of need when his tongue traced
a path along her collarbone. She arched
her neck, offering him more. He lifted
his head instead.
“I like your dress,” he said.
It was white and patterned with
whimsically styled deep-red flowers. It
was one of her favorites, which was
why she’d chosen to wear it. But that
didn’t change the incongruity of his
comment given the erotic thoughts
tumbling through her brain.
“Except,” he continued, “it’s far too
long.”
She frowned. The dress fell to mid-
thigh. What was too long about that?
“And it’s in my way,” he muttered,
finally releasing his hold on one of her
arms.
The next instant his hand slid beneath the hem. She cried out when his hot,
calloused fingers brushed against her
bare flesh.
“Hush, sweetheart. I’m going exploring.”
That he was. Straight up what was left of
her leg to the elastic edge of her modest
white panties. She jumped as one long
finger slipped beneath the cotton barrier.
Not that he noticed.
“This is also in my way,” he said, a hint
of annoyance in his tone.
Her fingers crushed the thin fabric of his
tee. Not that he noticed that, either. He
was otherwise occupied. His brow
furrowed, his eyes intently focused on her face.
The backs of two of his fingers skimmed
against the dampened curls of her
mound. She bit her lower lip to keep
from screaming in frustration. They’d
barely started and yet she was on the
verge of falling apart. Thank God for the
solid tree trunk at her back.
“Let go, sweetheart.”
All too familiar words whispered across
the shadows. She groaned softly and
shook her head. Her body trembled with
the need to find release and yet—
And yet she was close. So close she
could swear that this time his fingers would finish the job before she woke
from the dream.
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Document Outline
Serengeti Heat
Vivi Andrews
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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Chapter Eleven
About the Author
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Fantasy
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