Chapter Fifteen

She was vividly, vibrantly, and undeniably stunning...so beautiful hecouldn't tear his gaze away.

Her hair was piled on top of her head and he remembered her holding it there like that after they'd been swimming, inadvertently showing offthe long graceful curve of her neck which he'd kissed many times.

She had a flower in her hair again, dark red this time, not pink. The same dark red as the dress she was wearing, a strapless dress that bared her shoulders and arms, the hollow at the base of her neck, and the slight swell of flesh that hinted at the lush fullness of her breasts.

His mouth went dry, remembering the tight texture of her nipples, the salty taste of them in the sea. His hands itched to span her provocatively small waist, to run them over the voluptuous curve of her hips, down the long silky line of her thighs. He could feel himself stirring, the desire she evoked zinging through his bloodstream, pumping up an urgent need to have her again.

'Collins!' The call of his na