UP In Flames: Body Heat / Caught in the Act. Lori Foster

they pleased. Melanie included. She really didn’t care what he wanted, she was just appeasing her ridiculous guilt.

      Right now what he wanted most was for Melanie to give in to him, to be female to his male. At least in this he had the upper hand.

      She quickened beneath him, and her teeth bit into the muscle on his shoulder. He flinched, and at the same time his touted control broke. He was a wild man—primal, complete.

      Afterward, he didn’t wait for his breathing to calm, for his heartbeat to slow. He came jerkily to his feet and stood looking down at her. So damn beautiful. So damn rich. Tears shone on her long black lashes, making her blue eyes liquid and bright. Her breasts shimmered with her gasping, ragged breaths.

      He walked away, straight into the ocean until he stood waist deep. The water was cool, and with clouds covering the sun, he should have felt comfortable. Instead, he was stricken by the flash heat of anger and despair. He wanted to rail against the world. He hadn’t used a condom that last time. And he wouldn’t touch her again.

      He thought of her, not more than two yards away, looking earthy, warm, satisfied, everything a woman—his woman—should be. He ground his teeth and reminded himself it wouldn’t be for long. Surely they’d be missed soon and then someone would come for them. Someone had to rescue him, before he lost everything—his head, his heart, and his self-respect.

      * * *

      “She’s such a damn tease,” Adam accused.

      Silence and a bold stare were the only reply from his feathered companion.