Entangled (Serendipity Adventure Romance Book 2) by Anna Lowe

were doing one story up. If his eyes were open, nothing was registering there, because it was all the taste, the feel, the heat building a fire between them that the water of a thousand gushing rivers couldn’t put out.
    The water was pure. Soft. Cleansing. Maybe if they stayed there long enough, it would wash the past away.
    “Tobin,” she mumbled, her lips tickling his. “We really need to talk.”
    “You talk, I’ll kiss,” he murmured into her ear.
    “Tobin, all of this…”
    She trailed off when he started nibbling his way down her neck. He couldn’t help it. Sure as a siren, she was drawing him in. The curve of her body, the soft skin… He’d almost started believing that reality couldn’t be as good as the memories, but it was every bit as good. Better, even.
    His heart soared when Cara let out a little moan. Her lips moved again, her voice a whisper above the roar of the falls. “Tobin, you and me…”
    “You and me,” he agreed, running his hands down her sides. Scooping her closer into his lap. God, why hadn’t he gone after her in all those wasted years?
    Because she’d been pretty clear in expelling him from her life, that’s why. But up here in the jungle, far from her office and job, she was opening up again. Letting herself live and love for a change.
    He let his hands explore her back, then trace her sides to the curve of her breasts. She arched into him and dragged her lips from his mouth to his ear, making hungry sounds. His cock was rock hard and jutting into her, and if he just tilted a tiny bit forward—
    “Hola!”
came a squeaky voice in the foreground of the waterfall’s din.
    His eyes popped open, and Cara’s, too, and both of them turned to the little boy wearing a wide grin.
    “Amigos!”
the boy said, oblivious to what he’d just interrupted.
    “Hola,”
Tobin groaned. A ripple of protest went through every muscle, every joint.
    Cara buried her face in his shoulder, and though it wasn’t exactly what his body ached for, it was still a minor thrill. She hadn’t splashed and rocketed off his lap when she realized just how close they’d gotten, right?
    He crossed his arms over her back and held her close, making a silent promise to himself.
Will never let go. Will not fuck up. Not this time.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Fourteen
     
    One more kiss, and then he slipped away.
    Cara watched Tobin vanish into the real world on the other side of the waterfall. Her whole body screamed for him to come back, but Tobin was gone.
    The feeling wasn’t, though. The feeling that part of her could only breathe when Tobin was close. That an extra chamber of her heart had gotten into gear along with a whole new set of nerve endings that sparked and cried and came to life.
    Holy Mary and Joseph, the man could kiss.
    Tobin kissed the way he lived: all out, all heart, everything on the line. And the shine in his eye afterward swore that he only did that for her. No lies, no stories, no intrigue.
    He was so easy to trust. But the minute her mind got back in gear, it felt awfully complicated to let herself love the world’s least complicated man. Especially with a dozen doubtful voices echoing in her mind.
    He’s no good for you.
    Why can’t you find someone more like his brother?
    A man like that is bound to cheat on you sooner or later.
    Her stomach had fluttered with butterflies a minute ago; now it sank like a stone. Maybe she’d heard those lines so often, she’d started to internalize them. The same way Tobin did with all the deprecating comments he turned into jokes.
    She cupped a handful of water and let it drain slowly over her face. They were words, only words. Words had a way of tangling a person up until she was trapped in a net of her own making.
    “Señora! Señora!”
The little boy waved eagerly for her to follow and dove out of that hollow behind the falls.
    With a deep breath, she followed. But she must have shot off at the wrong angle because this time, the