He exuded potent masculinity from every pore, a dynamic tsunami sweeping away anything in its path as he bent his head toward hers.
That faint trace of fragrant avicennia gerinans rose from his sun-bronzed skin and she inhaled him, sighing, dizzy enough to plop into his lap like the white blossom of the--
“Black mangrove,” she murmured.
His eyes widened. Gray-green. Like sea foam.