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wall, he caged her in and rested his brow on hers, finding that physical contact that he’d only ever given and now found that he needed.  He hadn’t fucked her—hadn’t taken her pussy and made it fully his just yet, and still, he’d never felt as he felt now, this need to be connected to the woman who’d just shattered his world.
                  “I told you not to touch me,” he mumbled, his voice thick.
                  She smiled and stroked her hands down her breasts and belly, pressing them lightly into her pussy before she reached out and trailed them over his chest.  “And you said rules were made and then broken.”  Then she leaned up and kissed him, friendly, firmly, before ducking under his arm.  “Now I’m ready for breakfast.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
                  There was something so sexy about a dark and rainy coast.  Kia knew she was on the peninsula, knew that the waters and coast that surrounded her were not gentle, they were not a place she could go and splash in the water, and still, watching the gray sky on the water while she sipped coffee and nibbled fresh fruit, she was drawn to it in a different way than she was when she was near the Gulf or any of the swamps and bayou land in the South.
                  Of course, that might have something to do with the company she was keeping, too.  Lifting her cup to her lips, Kia sipped and looked over the rim at Trey.  He’d found a new pair of pants, these ones a pair of button fly jeans, pairing them with a white t-shirt and bare feet.  The combination was ordinary—not something one would expect from a sex god.  And yet, all Kia had thought about when he’d carried her breakfast tray in twenty-minutes after their shower was how easily she could get her hand inside of that button fly.
                  His eyes were steady on hers as he sipped his own coffee, those dark eyes almost black in the muted sunlight of the sitting area, his dark chestnut hair damp and disheveled, curling slightly at the ends and making her fingers itch to grab onto it and tug.  His lashes were thick and black, framing those eyes and softening an otherwise razor sharp face, with high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw.  The long, straight nose that led to a nice wide mouth.  Kia’s body began to tingle and she couldn’t help the smile that curved at her lips.
                  “What are you thinking?” His eyes were steady on hers and Kia wondered if he was always this attentive or if it was possible that he felt the same connection to her as she did him. It was odd, not something she could understand, the reason why she should feel so comfortable, so responsive with a man she’d only actually known by face for an hour and by body for eleven more than that.  Why should she feel so right wearing a man’s white dress shirt and black lace boy shorts—two of the only articles of clothing available to her—sitting across from a stranger who had taken her to sexual places she’d never imagined existed in the mere twelve hours she’d known him?
                  “Tell me,” he said again and Kia raised her brow.
                  “You’re not here to listen to me talk.”
                  Trey raised his brow in turn and sat back, folding his hands and resting them on his middle as he stared at her.  “No? What do you think I’m here for?”
                  Despite all they’d done, and the fact that they both knew she’d paid to come here for sex, Kia’s cheeks filled with heat.  “Well, I don’t know for sure why you’re here, but we both know why I’m here.”
                  He inclined his head at this, those eyes filling with storm clouds as they pinned her to her chair.  They were sitting at the small table by the large windows overlooking the beach.  The overcast skies promised rain, but right now