Page 21 of Doubly Claimed

“Let’s walk this way.” Ross smiled.

She went willingly down the path that led to what the brochures said were private bungalows. Ginger had read over the pamphlets extensively on the airplane. She wanted to get the most out of their weekend stay.

“Are you both staying in one of the exclusive guesthouses?” She nodded toward the quaint little cabins.

“Yes, this one is ours. We have private beach access too,” Misha said.

His voice sounded deep, very deep. The rich timbre did something to Ginger she could hardly explain. Desire for both men gnawed at her. An increasing hunger that had her squirming where she stood. Her cheeks heated, and her breathing became rapid. Like she just ran a race. Was it crazy that she wanted them both? Her nipples hardened beneath the tight bodice of the yellow dress she wore. Moisture pooled between her thighs.

Then she heard it for real. That crazy rumbling sound came from Misha. A deep, sexy growling noise that seemed to reverberate through his entire body and into her as they stopped with their feet in the sand. He closed in and she trembled. Anticipation danced along her skin.

“I am sorry, sweet, but I can’t wait another second.” He turned her in his arms, and she knew instinctively he was going to kiss her.

But what about Ross? her brain asked, and she turned her head to peep at him, but the other man smiled and nodded encouragingly. Misha’s enormous hands cupped her face. He gently lifted her before crushing his mouth to hers.

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