Cassandra’s finger trailed a line of heat he could not ignore. The want in her eyes as plain as the promise in his.<br/><br/>A fire. Raging in him and thru him. Igniting and spreading into every cell. His breath heavy with that heat. His fingers on her arm searing against the heat of her flesh. Had it been his first time or his fifth or tenth he would have taken her into the canopy of the jungle and used her.  He was as close as a second look of desire yet she teased instead.<br/><br/>Cleverly teased. And she with unsuspecting innocence.  Her eyes said she knew she was striking him with a match, she did not know he was kerosene.<br/><br/>"I have business. But after that. Would you like a midnight boat ride in the ocean?" Qasim offered.