down beside him. “I didn’t want to drown the two of us in the process.”
“It was…incredible,” she whispered, trying to put what she felt into words.
“Yes.” His eyes traced the lines of her body possessively. “I want you so much I ache, and I can’t even touch you.”
He caught her hand and drew it to his chest, pressing it palm down into the thick growth of hair, his breath quickening again when her fingers moved on his body. “I want to lie down with you in the sand,” he whispered, holding her eyes, “I want to peel that bathing suit off you and put my lips to your skin and taste you. I want to stroke you and tease you until you burn all over with a thousand fires. And then,” he whispered, leaning close to her, his voice low as he watched the hunger he’d kindled shimmer in her eyes, “then, I want to ease my body completely over yours and feel you wanting me as much as I want you….”
“Don’t,” she pleaded in a soft whisper.
“Want me?” he whispered, tracing patterns on her cheek with a slow, maddening finger.
She licked her dry lips. “Yes,” she admitted, feeling a shock run through her taut body at the sound of the word.
“And I want you,” he whispered. “I’m burning up with it, and as much as I love my brother, right now I damned well wish he were in Singapore and your sister with him!”
She managed a shaky laugh, her face fiery with the fever he’d kindled in her body, her eyes blazing with it. “It’s…a public beach,” she reminded him.
He searched her eyes. “More’s the pity.” His gaze dropped to his chest, where her fingers were gently exploring his corded muscles.
“You wanted to do this on the boat, didn’t you?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” she admitted, watching his chest rise and fall heavily under the gentle pressure of her fingers. She loved the feel of him, the male scent of him.
He glanced back down the beach to find that Jan and Andy had gone out beyond the surf and were swimming away from the beach together.
“Finally,” he groaned. “A minute’s grace.”
He rolled over toward her, his hand on her stomach as he bent and took her mouth under his in a smooth, easy motion.
She pushed at his shoulders, but he lifted his head and shook it gently. “They aren’t looking right now,” he whispered. “Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”
As he spoke his hand moved up between her breasts. While he watched her, his fingers eased under the elastic fabric in a slow, sensuous exploration that caused her to catch her breath and arch helplessly, wanting him to touch her with more than that light, tormenting pressure.
His mouth was poised over hers. “Do you want it?” he breathed softly.
“Please,” she whispered, her fingers hovering nervously over his, barely touching.
“Help me, then,” he breathed into her mouth as he took it again.
Her fingers guided his, her shoulder moving to ease the pull of the fabric. She felt his hand engulf her, skin touching skin, his palm against the hard, taut rise, and she cried out, the sound taken and swallowed by his mouth as it became suddenly possessive, devouring hers in a wave of pleasure that made her tremble from head to toe.
A minute later, he drew back, his eyes almost black with frustration, and looked over his shoulder. Andy and Jan were just turning back toward the shore, and Cannon said something that sounded like a fervent curse.
He looked down at Margie, at his hand touching her white flesh where he’d pulled the bathing suit to one side. His hand was dark against her paleness, and he lifted it just slightly, stroking her, his eyes apparently fascinated by the helpless reaction of her body to his touch.
“They’ll see,” she protested unsteadily.
“I won’t let them,” he said softly. His eyes moved back up to hers. “I take back every word I said about you that first night. The last thing in the world you need is a padded bra. You’re perfect.”
She flushed at the
“It was…incredible,” she whispered, trying to put what she felt into words.
“Yes.” His eyes traced the lines of her body possessively. “I want you so much I ache, and I can’t even touch you.”
He caught her hand and drew it to his chest, pressing it palm down into the thick growth of hair, his breath quickening again when her fingers moved on his body. “I want to lie down with you in the sand,” he whispered, holding her eyes, “I want to peel that bathing suit off you and put my lips to your skin and taste you. I want to stroke you and tease you until you burn all over with a thousand fires. And then,” he whispered, leaning close to her, his voice low as he watched the hunger he’d kindled shimmer in her eyes, “then, I want to ease my body completely over yours and feel you wanting me as much as I want you….”
“Don’t,” she pleaded in a soft whisper.
“Want me?” he whispered, tracing patterns on her cheek with a slow, maddening finger.
She licked her dry lips. “Yes,” she admitted, feeling a shock run through her taut body at the sound of the word.
“And I want you,” he whispered. “I’m burning up with it, and as much as I love my brother, right now I damned well wish he were in Singapore and your sister with him!”
She managed a shaky laugh, her face fiery with the fever he’d kindled in her body, her eyes blazing with it. “It’s…a public beach,” she reminded him.
He searched her eyes. “More’s the pity.” His gaze dropped to his chest, where her fingers were gently exploring his corded muscles.
“You wanted to do this on the boat, didn’t you?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” she admitted, watching his chest rise and fall heavily under the gentle pressure of her fingers. She loved the feel of him, the male scent of him.
He glanced back down the beach to find that Jan and Andy had gone out beyond the surf and were swimming away from the beach together.
“Finally,” he groaned. “A minute’s grace.”
He rolled over toward her, his hand on her stomach as he bent and took her mouth under his in a smooth, easy motion.
She pushed at his shoulders, but he lifted his head and shook it gently. “They aren’t looking right now,” he whispered. “Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”
As he spoke his hand moved up between her breasts. While he watched her, his fingers eased under the elastic fabric in a slow, sensuous exploration that caused her to catch her breath and arch helplessly, wanting him to touch her with more than that light, tormenting pressure.
His mouth was poised over hers. “Do you want it?” he breathed softly.
“Please,” she whispered, her fingers hovering nervously over his, barely touching.
“Help me, then,” he breathed into her mouth as he took it again.
Her fingers guided his, her shoulder moving to ease the pull of the fabric. She felt his hand engulf her, skin touching skin, his palm against the hard, taut rise, and she cried out, the sound taken and swallowed by his mouth as it became suddenly possessive, devouring hers in a wave of pleasure that made her tremble from head to toe.
A minute later, he drew back, his eyes almost black with frustration, and looked over his shoulder. Andy and Jan were just turning back toward the shore, and Cannon said something that sounded like a fervent curse.
He looked down at Margie, at his hand touching her white flesh where he’d pulled the bathing suit to one side. His hand was dark against her paleness, and he lifted it just slightly, stroking her, his eyes apparently fascinated by the helpless reaction of her body to his touch.
“They’ll see,” she protested unsteadily.
“I won’t let them,” he said softly. His eyes moved back up to hers. “I take back every word I said about you that first night. The last thing in the world you need is a padded bra. You’re perfect.”
She flushed at the
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