Heated Summers

Chapter Three

Antonio

Antonio never really believed in angels. Sure, when he was a kid that was a different story. But the army changed a man's perspective and views in life. In the real world, angels didn't exist and you had to make your own miracles.

But now, gazing into the woman's otherworldly face, he suddenly wasn't so sure.

Small and dainty with a heart-shape face, the woman had glowing dark olive skin, a shade lighter than his own sun-darkened tan. Her brown hair clung to her face in wet clumps, the pink silk robe clinging to her delectable body like a second skin, stark the colour bouncing off her flushed cheeks. The wet patches on her thin garment hinted that she was completely naked underneath, her mouthwatering curves visible to his avid gaze. But none of that mattered when he finally looked into her bright eyes, her most stunning feature.

Antonio felt like he'd been punched in the gut with a hammer. Dios. Over his twenty-five years of life, he'd seen his fair share of beautiful women. Had engaged sexually with many of them. And he'd never been selective with them. He liked blondes, brunettes, redheads, small waists, round waists, light skin, dark skin...he liked them all. But in all his years, he'd never, ever seen a woman like this. Never met a woman so physically beautiful that his heart literally ached to look at her.

And her eyes...

Dios, they were beautiful. The colour of the shallow waters of the sea, so light a blue they flashed green in the right light, framed by thick, long dark lashes. Her eyes were exotically shaped, curved slightly at the end, giving the natural appearance of a predator. They were currently locked on him with a look that could only be described as hungry. They rolled appreciatively down his body, over his arms, chest, thighs, lingering on the little man that was saluting her through the stifling material of his jeans. He watched, completely mesmerised, as her small pink tongue darted out to moisten her plump bottom lip. He almost winced when his man downstairs instantly jumped to attention, practically leaping at her with its enthusiasm to meet.

Her eyes darkened, catching the action. He saw a shudder pass through her body and she gripped the table top, as if she was trying to contain herself from jumping on him. Her look was purely predator, her thick feminine musk making his nose twitch.

Antonio groaned internally, painfully aware of how long it'd been since he last had a woman. This woman smelt like honey and sex - a perfect combination if anybody asked him. He wanted her. And judging from the size of his hard-on, he wanted her bad. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he wanted a woman this badly.

Maybe his commander was right. Maybe he should spend the rest of his holidays in bed.

But only if this sexy woman was sharing it with him.

A woman that was probably sharing his uncle's bed as well.

Dios. He was in trouble.

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Ashlin 

Oh, Lord. I was in trouble.

Jim was a good-looking man so it stood to reason that his nephew would be good-looking as well.

But this man standing before me...he wasn't just good looking. Oh no. 'Good looking' was  practically an insult.

He was the very definition of a God.