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She had never experienced a moment of such sensory perfection.

The pulsing surge of the waterfall crashing behind them, the caressing embrace of the cool water touching every inch of her skin, the earthy smell of the jungle surrounding the pool, the eggshell-blue of the sky, the vivid green trees...all her senses were on overload.

But not a single one of those things was as potent—as addicting—as the man who stepped closer and swept her into his arms.

His wet, hard body met hers, and his powerful hands lifted her at the waist. Their mouths came together in a hot, carnal kiss. His warm tongue tangled and mated with hers, thrusting deeply, his hunger consuming.

The water buoyed her, and she easily wrapped her legs around his hips. Nate glided his hands down her body, caressing her stomach, her waist, her hips, her ass. Every touch was accompanied by a swish of the water, and the eroticism of it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She couldn’t even imagine how good it was going to feel when he thrust into her...