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hot, sweaty and naked type.
    Not that Carm had ever been hot, sweaty, and naked with a man before, but hearing that sexy accent practically burned naughty images in her mind.  Adding the body she gazed at out the window to the voice, and voila!  It was a recipe for one hunky, luscious concoction.  Definitely worthy of steamy dreams. 
    Wanting to spy on the man further Carm leaned slowly back out the window and looked down.  He was still there, but now he sat swinging companionably with the cat in the hammock.  The way he sat with his feet dangling, toes touching the ground, slowly rocking them both back and forth made Carm’s insides melt.  Every move the man made was sensual.  From his strong, long fingered hand that rhythmically stroked Grey’s fur to his tanned toes pushing into the green grass.
    Carm caught herself fanning her face with her hand and laughed silently at herself.  Just because she was still a virgin at twenty-four certainly didn’t mean she was immune to a potently sexual male.  And it most certainly didn’t mean she was naïve or completely inexperienced. 
    Carm was definitely experienced enough to start a hot little fantasy about those dark hands stroking a certain part of her body.  She just bet he could make her purr too.
    Below, Mr. Gorgeous shifted positions, exposing more of his tanned chest to Carm’s view.  From up above she could clearly see the hard planes of his flat stomach and deep curve of his pecs.  She could also make out a slight bulge in the vee of his trousers that made her face heat further and her breath hitch in her throat.
    Is it hot in here?  I think it’s hot in here.  Need a fan.  No, a bucket of ice.  Yeah, ice. Whew-boy.
    Reluctantly Carm dragged her gaze back up his lean torso to his broad shoulders and up to his curly hair.  Darned if he didn’t still hold his face from her view by looking down at Grey.  Carm was dying to see his face.  She knew, absolutely knew, that he would have a face to match the voice and body.
    Probably has gorgeous lashes framing bedroom eyes.  Something equally irresistible like that.
    It appeared that for now she’d have to settle for studying his hair.  It looked springy and thick the way it curled wildly around his head down to his collar.  Carm imagined it would probably be pretty long wet and combed out straight, but dry it curled in a soft frame around his head.  The ends bent into an almost solid blond ring that contrasted with the medium brown of the rest of it.  Carm wondered if it felt soft and silky or coarse.  She hoped it was soft. 
    I have never been so obsessed with a man’s hair before.  In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever been that obsessed with my own hair.  Ok, that’s a lie.  I obsess over my straight strands daily.
    Focused intently on Sexy Man’s hair Carm startled when he moved.  Gasping softly, Carm shrunk back from the window as he stood up and strode to the front porch. Heck, even the man’s walk was sexy.  All confident and loose.
    Retrieving Grey’s dinner, he turned around and swaggered back.  Carm almost swallowed her tongue when he bent over to place the plate of fish on the ground and flashed his backside.  Touching the back of her hand to her forehead Carm feigned a silent swoon at the sight of his gorgeous derrier displayed for her viewing pleasure.
    Grey stood in the hammock, stretched lazily and yawned big.  As if he was used to the royal treatment, the cat took its’ time hopping down from the hammock and sauntered over to rub against Sex God’s bare legs before sniffing delicately at the fish.
    “Spoiled, aren’t you now Noomba?  Get fed a little too well around here, oui ?  Oh well, I like to pamper my girls.”
    I like the sound of that.  You can pamper me anytime, gorgeous.
    Dream man gave the cat one last pet and stood up.  “See you around Noomba.  Enjoy the tuna.”
    He says “da” instead of “the”. Sigh.
    Carm felt strangely bereft as she