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off the different colors of her light curls, winking gold then fiery red. “I’m curious. What makes you an almost virgin?”
    Her cheeks colored a bright pink. She hesitated then shrugged. “Roger doesn’t count so until you today, I haven’t…”
    Jesse waited to see if she’d finish her statement. She didn’t, but it didn’t take a Sherlock to deduce the rest. All of these years and she’d only known one man, one who had to have been less than inspiring. The fact that he’d been the second since he’d passed up on being the first curled inside of him and ratcheted his desire higher.
    “ Your deck is really private. The walls are so high that you can’t see the ocean.”
    He smiled at her lame attempt to change the subject from sex. “The hot tub is private for a reason.” The look he gave her left the reason unstated, but definitely understood. “There’s another deck off the living room and master bedroom that gives you the full effect of the ocean. I’ll show it to you later.”
    “ Um, good.”
    She glanced at the high fences enclosing them. Then she drained her water in several nervous gulps and set the glass on the edge of the tub.
    Hell, he wished he knew what she was thinking. He wanted to help her relax. Soothing, warm water bubbled around them, the sun’s heat soaked into his skin, an ocean breeze swirled in the air, and he wasn’t all over her. He was playing it cool. So what else would it take to put her at ease? “Want a beer?”
    “ Sure.”
    Leaning forward, he snagged one out of the cooler and handed it to her. She popped the top, took a sip, and set the beer down. The frown on her face told him she wasn’t a beer-drinking gal. No, she’d be into champagne and fancy wines.
    “ To be honest, I don’t want a beer. I want you to stop being so polite. I want you to kiss me. I want you to give me everything you’ve got--”
    He didn’t wait to hear any more. He tossed his beer over the side of the tub. Foam spewed up in a shower, but he ignored it and reached for her. Pulling her into his lap, he angled his mouth over hers. She met his kiss with hot hunger, running her hands over his chest, shoulders, around his neck until she slid her fingers into his hair. He wanted to feel her everywhere. Taking hold of her hips, he turned her to straddle his legs and the T-shirt slid up, leaving naked flesh for his hands.
    “ Hell woman,’ he said gasping, arching his erection up against her feminine flesh. Finding out she’d left off her underwear had nearly made him come like a teenager having a wet dream. His pulse pounded as if gunfire dogged his steps.
    “ Lexi, Lexi, Lexi.” He moved his hands under the T-shirt, feeling along the silky curves of her hips then higher, not stopping until he palmed her breasts. A slice of heavenly pie didn’t even come close to describing the sensations coursing through him.
    He had to taste her again. Kissed her hard, he slid his hands down and edged her shirt up and he moved his lips down her throat. With her knees on either side of his thighs, she arched up, bringing her breasts to his lips. He suckled one nipple through the wet T-shirt, his hands cupping and kneading her ass as he pressed her closer to his mouth. She moaned.
    Finally, he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and stripped it off her, giving her no time to think before he found her other nipple and ravished it. She was soft, lily white, like cream tinged with peaches. He doubted she’d ever been nude outside before, but she should have. She looked glorious in the sunshine.
    Standing up, he set her on the edge of the tub and looked at her. She still wore the pearls and he had to admit that she looked sexy as hell completely naked but for the luminous beads about her throat. They suited her as if she too were a shimmering treasure. She’d ditched her diamond ring and he frowned at the absence of that barrier. Part of him wanted that ring back on her finger, wanted the distance he could create