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Nash
Makenna was something else. From the first time I saw her in the group, I knew I wanted her naked body curled next to me in my bed. She was a little bitty thing, but there was something sexy as hell about her. All her curves were in the right places, and she had legs that went on for days. It didn’t take much imagination to picture her in a short dress and stilettoes.
She’d looked pretty damn good when she’d walked into the bar. Yeah, I’d noticed her. Every man in the room had. They couldn’t help it. Not that I could blame them. She looked pretty damned hot in her short-shorts and white t-shirt. I could tell she’d been out running. Her tanned skin glistened. Every man in the room would probably have a wet dream tonight thinking about her naked body lying beneath them.
Well, fuck. Now I had a killer hard-on. Too long without sex. I’d been wrapped up getting the tours started, and I hadn’t let myself relax. As soon as this one was over, I’d go to a bar, find a woman, and get laid.
I grabbed a chip and scooped up some salsa, then grinned. I’d tried to warn her about the salsa, but I knew the moment she wasn’t going to listen. There’d been a look of determination on her face. As if she was silently accepting my challenge. Then she reached for another one, and took her time taking a drink of her beer. Stubborn woman.
So, maybe she would last in the wilderness.
Or maybe her stubbornness would get someone hurt. I frowned, not liking that thought at all. I’d have to be careful where she was concerned. Either way, I had a feeling I was going to be in trouble. I had a strict rule that guides, including me, did not get involved with anyone in the group. No romantic liaisons allowed. Makenna was off-limits.
Damn, why the hell had I made that stupid rule anyway? And why did I agree to take her with me tomorrow? Dumb question. Because I wanted to fuck her.