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inhaled deeply. He smelled delicious,
like a faint citrusy cologne, fresh salt breeze and delicious warm
man. It was all Jazzie could do not to stick out her tongue and see
if the smooth skin there tasted as good as it smelled.
     
    Her brain was saturated with his feel, his
smell and the storm brewing between them, as they pulled up to a
dock on a tiny island with a white sand beach lit by tiki torches.
He helped her out, then she looked around and saw a table set up in
the distance with two chairs. On the other side of an open air
grass-thatched hut, she saw a canopied beach bed with gauzy white
drapes hanging from each wooden post. She swallowed down the
instant lust that shot through her imagining Beau making love to
her on that bed.
     
    Manu stepped out of the boat and followed
them across the sand to the table, and he set up food he'd brought
for them, then he uncorked a bottle of wine, and filled the crystal
glasses on the table. He set the bottle in the middle of the table,
nodded at Beau, then walked back across the beach to the boat, then
cranked it up and left them all alone on the island.
     
    "If this isn't a scene for seduction, I
don't know what is," Jazzie told him with a forced grin, as nerves
balled up in her stomach.
     
    His smile faded a little and a frown pinched
between his brows. "That's not what I intended, Jazzie...I just
wanted to be alone with you for a little while so we could get to
know each other better."
     
    She squeezed his hand then dropped it and
went to sit down at the table. Beau was faster and pulled her chair
out for her. No man had ever done that for her before, so it
touched her heart and impressed her. "Thanks," she said shyly and
sat down smiling up at him.
     
    He knelt down by her chair and took her hand
in his, "Tell me you don't think I did all this just to have sex
with you?"
     
    "If you did, I'd be pretty impressed," she
said honestly and smiled at him.
     
    He huffed out a breath and said, "Please
don't say stuff like that, because I'm on the edge here, and I
really want to get to know you, Jazzie. I like you."
     
    "It's always good that you at least like the
person you're trying to seduce," she teased and ran a finger along
his jaw teasingly.
     
    "You're not making this easy, darlin'," he
growled then turned his head to nip her finger.
     
    "Do, I look easy to you, sugar?" she asked
him leaning forward a little. Jazzie wanted him to kiss her again.
They were alone and this setting was perfect for seduction,
even if she was the one doing the seducing.
     
    His face turned red and he huffed out a
breath, "Hell no, you are a class act, darlin'...I don't want you
to feel that way. Maybe I should have just taken you to a tamaaraa, the native
feast, or something...I'm sorry."
     
    Jazzie shook her head and leaned even closer
to him and breathed over his lips, "This is perfect, Beau...thank
you for going to this trouble," then she rubbed her lips over his
and nipped his lower lip, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
     
    Beau's tongue flicked over the seam of her
lips and she groaned, then put her hand behind his head and covered
his mouth, opening for him, teasing his tongue into an erotic
dance. Every hair on her body stood at attention as electric
current zinged through her. Jazzie's heart bounced around in her
chest and heat spiraled from her chest throughout her body. A
strange throbbing started between her legs, and she felt moisture
pooling there as the carnal sensuality of the kiss increased.
Jazzie was just about to push him back on the sand and have her way
with him, when her stomach rumbled breaking the sensual haze.
     
    Beau pulled back out of her arms and stood,
then looked down at her with desire darkening his eyes. "Let's eat,
sugar...you worked today and missed lunch," he said gruffly and
took the seat across the small table from her. He lifted his
wineglass and almost downed the contents, before replacing it on
the table.
     
    Beau lifted the covers from the