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wasn't possible and yet there he was before her in all his almost naked glory. She knew those perfect,
    sardonic lips. The slash of his dark brows over eyes that were so pale a blue they radiated. She knew
    that strong jaw, dusted with whiskers. It was one she'd teased with her teeth and tongue for hours on
    end.
    Against all reason, it was him .
    Something hot and needful went through her like a sharp needle as she fought the urge to reach out and
    touch him to make sure he was really here.
    Arik couldn't do anything more than stare at Megeara. She was even more beautiful in reality than she'd
    been in her dreams. Her deep blue eyes captivated him as tendrils of her wet blond hair hung down over
    them. Her pale skin begged for his touch just as her partially opened mouth needed his kiss.
    He started toward those lips, then coughed more as he tried to breathe through the stinging pain in his
    chest. His body shook uncontrollably as he was assaulted by horrifyingly intense sensations and
    emotions. Even the cries of the birds above him were piercing to his ears—the droning of the ocean. And
    the heat of the sun on his skin… it was blistering. Never had he felt so out of control. Why wouldn't his
    body obey him?
    Why the hell couldn't he stop coughing and shaking?
    He half-expected Megeara to pound on his back as her accomplice had done. Instead, Megeara's touch
    was gentle as she lightly hit him to help dispel the water from his now human body.
    Then she started to gently rub his back in a circle. Chills spread over him as he felt a heat the likes of
    which were unimaginable. Forget the heat of the sun, this was even more scorching.
    No one had ever touched him so gently and he'd never really felt a touch before, especially not against
    his flesh. All he wanted was to pull her into his arms and taste the taut nipples that were so apparent
    through her wet white shirt.
    If only his body would obey him.
    "I think he's going into shock," Megeara said to the others. "Grab more blankets."
    Another woman pulled Megeara away. "Let me look at—"
    "No!" he snarled, reaching for Megeara's hand to keep her by his side. He hadn't come this far to lose
    sight of her now.
    Megeara covered his hand with hers in a soothing caress. "It's all right. Stay calm." She took a blanket
    from a young woman with glasses, then wrapped it around him.
    Arik closed his eyes and savored the fleeting sensation of her hands on his shoulders. The feel of her skin
    on his… it was electrifying. Hot.
     
    If only he could stop shaking.
    Geary wasn't sure what to do. She exchanged a frown with Althea, who was on board as their
    physician.
    "I need to check him out and make sure he's okay," Althea said in English.
    Geary agreed. "I know."
    "I'll be fine in a few minutes," the unknown man said in perfect, accented English. His voice was so deep
    and resonant that it literally echoed around them. Those intense, predatorial eyes pierced her. "Just don't
    leave me."
    Geary found herself nodding even though the possessive command of that tone made her want to run. It
    wasn't in her nature to let anyone tell her what to do, but in his case, there was something unnaturally
    compelling about him. Alluring.
    Honestly, she didn't want to leave him. And that really did scare her.
    Her heart hammering, she used a corner of his blanket to towel dry his hair, then brushed it back from a
    face that was truly flawless.
    "Do you prefer English or Greek?" she asked him.
    "It doesn't matter."
    Wow. He was extremely bilingual. He was also extremely exposed, and the sight of him with those pants
    clinging to his every asset brought the most wicked images to her mind. In her dreams, she'd twisted that
    body of his like a pretzel and licked every inch of it.
    Okay, so it wasn't quite that body. In her dreams, there had been no scars. But his body was close
    enough to the one she was used to to evoke a fervent heat inside her.
    Geary brushed a drop of water off his cheek with the