Rosa ran to the beach, chasing the village dog as he carried her only pair of shoes. The wind howled around her, lifting her dress to reveal shapely tan legs.
The rain fell in sheets, causing the thin white fabric to cling to her drenched body. She pushed long, sodden curls from her face and strained to see where the little mongrel went through the torrent of rain and gale force winds.
She furrowed her brow at a mound in the sand a short distance away. 'Is that a person?' she wondered. Bracing her small frame against the storm, she trudged through the soggy sand.
She came upon a man, obviously a sailor of some kind from his attire. Her eyes covered the length of his body, assessing injuries and admiring his very masculine form.
It had been a long time since she'd been in a man's arms and she shivered from the thought as well as from being drenched.
A slender hand to his warm chest confirmed that he was still alive. As far as she could tell his primary injury was a gash on his forehead. The rest seemed to be superficial.
He was a striking man. Big and muscular, ruggedly handsome, she felt a strange attraction. She couldn't help but notice an impressive bulge in his pants. She resisted the urge to trace it with her fingertips.
'This man needs my help. Snap out of it Rosa,' she thought. Thinking quickly, she used debris on the beach to fashion a litter and dragged him to her hut.
She peeled the saturated clothes off the stranger, dried him off and began to dress his wounds. She worked quickly and skillfully. Once he was bandaged, she got him got him settled on her sleeping mat and covered him with a handwoven blanket.
She removed her wet clothes and stood before the fire to dry. What she didn't know was that a confused and very aroused sailor was admiring her nude body silhouetted by the fire's glow.
He didn't know where he was or who this incredibly sexy naked woman was but he wasn't about to make a noise for fear she would leave.
Captain Roderick silently watched as she ran a brush through her long dark hair and the tips fell to the small of her back. From his position the view was spectacular. Her legs spread slightly, he could see soft curls. He realized he was also naked as his erection strained against the blanket.
He couldn't lay there any longer. She might scream but he didn't care. He wanted her. And as his men knew well, the Captain always gets what he wants.
He stealthily raised to his feet. As silent as a panther he approached his prey.
She somehow sensed something was different. She felt a prickle of danger on the back of her neck and gooseflesh began to cover her limbs. Even the apex between her legs tingled and her nipples hardened. She stopped brushing her hair and stood completely still.
She didn't hear anything and began to turn to the right. From the left, a hand snaked around and clamped over Rosa's mouth. Another arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back against a muscular male body.
The sensation of flesh against flesh was a shock. Rosa didn't know what to do. She was terrified and excited at the same time.
Lips plundered her neck and shoulder. Rosa's deep brown eyes rolled upward. Despite the danger her flesh was responding. She was pushed forward and bent over the small table.
