Chapter 8

Looking at Damien, I had a feeling this wasn't true. couldn't be me

here, in a luxury hotel on Waikiki Beach, with a man who had been voted one of

ten sexiest singles in australia.

A man who deserved that title. His body was incredible, hard and masculine, golden with hair.

Sun. On that body, the dragon and sea eagle tattoos didn't look over the top or tacky,

and they gave him an interesting advantage.

Damien had a beautiful complexion, his features were strong. An illustration of how inheritance

crossbred could produce wonderful offspring. Oh yes, he was a feast for the eyes.

But the most incredible thing was the burning flame in his gray eyes, the huge swollen penis

filling my hands. The indisputable proof of how aroused he was. For me. One

academic, not a sex goddess.

Yet the heat that pulsed through me—that hardened my nipples, that left

my pinker skin, which made me tingle and swell between my legs, was downright sexual. And the

The size of his erection, the desire in his eyes ma