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and curled up, savoring each glorious, orgasmic pulse. After the tremors subsided, she blew a slow breath and stretched, noting with dismay that despite her efforts she still felt restless and needy…for a man’s touch.
    Damn, this magical island really was playing havoc with her libido. Not to mention Ryan Thomas. She was pretty sure the cock thrusting inside her during her erotic dream had belonged to him. Her body trembled and she drew a centering breath. She wouldn’t have expected that a man she’d just met and had barely seen over the last couple of days could arouse such a fierce need in her.
    God, that dream had felt so real. So raw, so wild and so damn delicious. Her skin flushed in remembrance and her body buzzed with pent-up need, aching to discover whether Ryan was as good in real life as he was in her dream.
    It had to be his magnetic, animalistic lure that got under her skin and had her reacting like a wild, wanton woman. Either that or she really, really hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and one glimpse of a hot, physically appealing hunk had awakened all her desires. Her mind raced as she wondered what it would be like to explore a rich, decadent affair with him.
    With her body still burning from the inside out, Lauren let out a long-suffering sigh and wiped her damp brow. The air-conditioned cabana did little to help tamp down this kind of fever. Angling her head, she glanced at the clock and groaned out loud. Here she was, wide awake, and it was still hours before sunrise.
    She decided she’d be better off getting out of bed and walking off her sexual frustration before she ended up with a throbbing headache. Lord knows one throbbing body part was enough for the day.
    She climbed from the bed, pulled on her shorts and tank top, slipped into her flip-flops and padded to her door. Before she stepped outside, she grabbed her favorite pink Chicago Bears ball cap and covered her long, untamed hair. She didn’t expect to bump into anyone at this time of night, but still…
    She made her way to the ocean, confident that a dip in the cool water would help douse the flames inside her. The light from the crescent moon overhead glistened on the spray and lit a pathway along the sandy shore as she walked. She dipped her toes into the Pacific and stood there soaking in the breathtaking scenery. Waves lapped at her feet and slapped against the rocks a few feet away from her. When she tipped her face to the moon, a gust of wind rolled in on a wave and blew her hat off her head.
    She reached for it but was too late. It sailed away on the breeze and landed on one of the many footpaths leading up the mountain.
    Lauren folded her arms and pursed her lips, debating her next move. She could wait until dawn to venture into the dark jungle, but by then her hat could be long gone. And, dammit, she loved that hat.
    Gathering her bravado, she moved toward the jungle, wishing she had one of those cool flashlight pens like the one Abby always carried in her beach bag.
    She squinted in an effort to see better and then stepped into the mouth of the dimly lit path. She glanced around, but the canopy of leaves high overhead prohibited the moonbeams from breaking through. “Where the hell is it?” she cursed.
    She took one cautious step farther on the path and glanced up when she caught the outline of someone blocking the walkway. Someone big.
    Her heart picked up tempo as she struggled to see in the darkened jungle.
    The shadows masking his identity made it impossible to discern his features. She could make out only his silhouette in the darkness. But his scent, his impressive size and his muscular physique told her that he was a man.
    And she knew of only one man with a hard body like that.
    Fighting a sudden surge of nervousness, she said, “Good evening,” for lack of anything else, then added, “I lost my ball cap, and since it’s my favorite hat I didn’t want to wait until morning to look for it. I figure by then it