safe.”
The waterfall was the result of a small stream seeking the
ocean, coming out of an outcropping of rocks, the water crystalline
and only waist deep. Stopping by a tree twined with thick vines,
she watched him scout the small area and rippling water, searching
the ground and looking in the pool itself, before he turned and
motioned her forward. Feeling sticky from the heat and between
her legs from the night before, Jenna looked at the water longingly.
She pulled the tie to her chemise loose, noting the ribbon had
grown so frayed that it wasn’t going to serve the purpose of
keeping her bodice together much longer.
Anthony watched her intently. A soft blond beard graced his
lean cheeks, though all three men kept their faces closely cropped
by using their knives. It gave him a rakish appearance at odds with
the well-groomed man she had met what felt like a lifetime ago,
but that wasn’t all that had changed about him. Jenna recognized
the difference in the way he regarded her, respectful deference
having given way to male speculation in even a man as polite as
Major Reeves. After her night in the hut with Jonathan, she was no
longer the innocent virgin to be desired but not touched. She was a
woman who could accept a man with pleasure and his expression
told her he knew it. Blood rushed into her face as she wondered if
he and Charles had heard her abandoned cries of joy. The different
light in his brown eyes told her he had.
“There is no need to turn your back,” she said with as much
dignity as possible considering her shift was open and her breasts
visible. “I have a feeling you have seen me before anyway, and
that tonight, there will be no secrets between us. Will it be you?”
“Whoever is your bodyguard for the day, my lady,” he
responded, “is the only man who can touch you that night. And
even then, it will always be only if you wish it.” A sudden smile lit
his usually serious expression. He added softly, “And I am hoping
very much you will wish it tonight with me.”
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Looking at his honed, muscular body, she wondered what it
was going to be like to have him inside her and blushed more
deeply. “I will not withdraw my offer, Major.”
His bow was cultured and polite, but incongruous when his
gaze had strayed to where the curves of her breasts were visible
through her gaping chemise. “You cannot know how I am looking
forward to it. Here, I will hold your clothing while you bathe. It is
hot as Hades today and the water looks cool.”
Taking off her shift with only a modicum of embarrassment,
she gave it to him and slipped into the pool. He was right, the
water felt marvelous and she sighed, moving back so the cascade
poured over her nude body. Though she knew he watched her, he
was also vigilant, his keen gaze periodically scanning the foliage
as she washed and luxuriated in the streaming fall, standing only a
few feet away, his knife strapped purposefully to his trim waist.
Shaking the water out of her eyes after rinsing her hair, Jenna
sat up, the water swirling around her waist, her bare breasts
uplifted and exposed, realizing there was a lovely freedom in
letting him openly stare at her, the tension of the past days
completely gone. She laughed out loud, and said truthfully, “If you
had told me, Major, that the last time we met…when was it, at that
reception celebrating my father’s new command? Any way, if
someone had told me that in a few short weeks I would be bathing
naked in front of you, I would have thought them insane.”
His gaze riveted on her streaming curves in front of him,
Anthony’s mouth quirked. “And if someone had told me I’d be
guarding you from leopards on a deserted island and anticipating
paradise in your arms, I would have been equally staggered.
However, if there is one thing I have learned in the course of my
career as a soldier, Miss Hayward, it is that life can change in a
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