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  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

  ***

  Chapter Eleven

  About the Author

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  It�s all about the story�

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  Fantasy

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  Horror

  Mainstream

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  Non-Fiction

  Paranormal

  Red Hots!

  Romance

  Science Fiction

  Western

  Young Adult

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