Oh, boy. She could think of a lot of somethings to keep them both entertained. They all involved being naked.

After the market, they drove straight to a house not more than five minutes from the small village. By the time they got their bags inside, it was pouring.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

She wanted to ask why they weren’t sharing a room, then realized how that would sound. Desperate, anyone?

The room he said was hers was big and airy with a gorgeous balcony overlooking the ocean. She dropped her bag and went straight to the glass door. It was amazing. Peaceful and pretty. Even with the rain.

“My room is next door. I’ll give you some time to unpack. Then I’ll show you around the house.”

She watched him leave, her stomach twisting in knots. She really liked Sebastian. More than liked him. She hadn’t lusted after a man this hard in…ever. And maybe they started off on the wrong foot, but she was seeing a new side to him.

The more she got to know him, the more she wanted to spend time with him. Not only that, she was highly tempted to get him naked and see how well they worked out in that area.

The rain grew stronger and the winds were harder and faster to the point she had to close her balcony door. She didn’t get a chance to go searching for Sebastian. It was only fifteen minutes later when he knocked at her door.

“Hey, the weather seems to have gotten really bad,” she said when he walked in the room.

He nodded, a deep frown on his face. “It did. Apparently, it’s a low-level hurricane that took a turn and is now coming straight this way.”

Fuck. She’d traveled a lot, but she’d never found herself in the middle of any kind of storm.

The house was massive, but looked very sturdy and was on a hill. Her thoughts immediately went to the village they’d just come from. Would they be okay? “What do we do?”

He pressed a button on her wall, and a metal gate came down, enclosing the room in total darkness. “I’ve shut down all the glass doors and we’re high enough that we don’t have to worry about the tide coming near the house.”

She followed him out of the room and noticed the house was only lit by the chandeliers and lamps around them. No natural light coming in. All the windows and doors had been covered with metal sheeting.

“If we lose power, there’s a generator in the garage. We keep bottled water and food stocked. And Tania just restocked everything this morning for us.” He continued to the kitchen and took a pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator. “This house is built sturdy enough that it could withstand the worst storm out there.”

“Why do you have the metal over the glass?”

“It acts as a barrier against the wind and debris that could hit the glass and break it. We built this house with hurricanes and storms in mind.”

“I guess we just wait it out, huh?” She took the glass of tea he handed her and took a sip.

“Yes.” He smiled. “Come, I do have something you might like to see and you won’t have to get soaked to enjoy.”

The house was decorated in bright Caribbean colors and traditional artwork depicting the island and the people. He took her down a hallway to the other side of the house. There, he opened a set of double doors to a big library that had a fish tank that took up an entire wall.

“Holy crap. This is unbelievable!” She rushed into the room, watching the different sized fish swim around the coral. Then she gasped. “Is that a shark?”

He chuckled. “Your face is adorable.”

She raised one brow. “Answer the question, wolf-man.”

Another bark of laughter and he nodded. “Yes. It’s a reef shark. We grow them and then hand them to the local oceanographic institute for tagging and releasing into the wild.”

She watched the lights dim in the tank. “What happened?”

“The energy saver went on. There must be power issues on the island. The backup generator comes on automatically if the lights go out, so don’t worry.”

His cellphone started ringing. “Tania? Everything okay?”

She listened as he spoke to the older woman she’d met earlier.

“I’m coming over now.” He started rushing toward the front of the house, ended the call, and shoved the phone in his pocket.

“What’s wrong?”

He stopped at the front door and turned to face her. “Stay here. You’re safe, I promise you. They had a mudslide and with the rain and wind, it’s hard to account for everyone.”

She shook her head. “Let me come with you. I want to help.”