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her flat on the sand and his weight was on top of her, the effect more thrilling than she cared to admit. “Haven’t you ever heard of afternoon delight?”
“No,” she lied. “And even if I had, I remind you we’re on a public beach.”
His mouth touched her eyebrow, her cheek, her nose. “There’s nobody around.”
“You didn’t even check!” she protested, giggling when his mouth tickled the rim of her ear.
Giggling. The realization stunned her for a moment. When was the last time she’d made such a sound? A little alarmed by it, she twisted from beneath him, squirming away so she could jump to her feet. Then she started sprinting for home.
“Don’t think you’ll get away from me!” he called out.
Her legs churned faster. Bitzer started barking, a joyous sound, and Meg took that to mean Caleb was in hot pursuit. More laughter bubbled up in her throat as she put on the afterburners.
He pounced twelve feet from her front door. When his hands gripped either side of her waist, she shrieked, then felt herself going down. Caleb saved her, though, landing first and then rolling them both to their sides. He grinned at her, and she could feel an answering smile stretch across her face.
“I win,” he crowed.
“And I suppose you’ve already picked out a prize,” she said, trying to look stern and standoffish, even though her pulse was a flurry in her throat and at her wrists. She tried pulling in her smile, pursing her lips in a prudish gesture.
He made a noise—a sort of groan—then swooped close for a kiss. “That mouth of yours is going to do me in,” he said upon coming up for air. “You’ve ruined me for any other lady’s lips.”
Absurdly pleased, she allowed herself to touch him as she wanted, pushing those boyish locks of hair off his forehead. “You’re funny.”
“I’m serious.” His smile died then, as his gaze searched her face. “Meg, where do you see yourself in five years?”
She considered the question, then gave him an honest answer, she who hadn’t wanted to give him anything beyond a one-night stand. “I see myself visiting here. I haven’t been back, you know, not ever, and now I think I’d like to return every once in a while. Maybe more often than that.”
“You don’t want to stay?”
“No. I like where I live. I like my job.”
“Me, too,” Caleb answered. “Though I’m mending the worst of my workaholic ways. Coming here has been very good for cementing in me the notion that there’s more to life than my business. I don’t plan to forget that.”
Meg nodded. “Being at the cove has been good for me, too. I was feeling a little ‘meh’ lately, but I think I have the bounce back in my step.”
Mischief sparked again in his eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” She felt his hand creep under her T-shirt at the small of her back. His forefinger moved in circles and curlicues, some kind of pattern, she thought.
“What are you doing?”
“A game from my childhood,” he answered. “I’m spelling out a word.” His finger moved again. “This is what I want to do to you.”
She sat up in faux outrage. “I know that word!”
He yanked her back down. “You’re going to get it before I’m through.”
They did make it to his house while they were fully clothed. But the garments came flying off once the door was shut behind them. Then they tussled on the bed, laughing and kissing and writing words on each other’s skin with fingers and tongues until there was no teasing left in them and the desire had to be sated through a more serious touch.
They lay on their sides again, and he drew her thigh on top of his as he opened her with his fingers. Then his erection was there, the thick knob of it rubbing against her clitoris, making her gasp, before he began to push inside. One of his hands was curled over her hip, his fingers steadying her as he penetrated.
Hot chills flashed across her flesh as he entered her, the possession so
“No,” she lied. “And even if I had, I remind you we’re on a public beach.”
His mouth touched her eyebrow, her cheek, her nose. “There’s nobody around.”
“You didn’t even check!” she protested, giggling when his mouth tickled the rim of her ear.
Giggling. The realization stunned her for a moment. When was the last time she’d made such a sound? A little alarmed by it, she twisted from beneath him, squirming away so she could jump to her feet. Then she started sprinting for home.
“Don’t think you’ll get away from me!” he called out.
Her legs churned faster. Bitzer started barking, a joyous sound, and Meg took that to mean Caleb was in hot pursuit. More laughter bubbled up in her throat as she put on the afterburners.
He pounced twelve feet from her front door. When his hands gripped either side of her waist, she shrieked, then felt herself going down. Caleb saved her, though, landing first and then rolling them both to their sides. He grinned at her, and she could feel an answering smile stretch across her face.
“I win,” he crowed.
“And I suppose you’ve already picked out a prize,” she said, trying to look stern and standoffish, even though her pulse was a flurry in her throat and at her wrists. She tried pulling in her smile, pursing her lips in a prudish gesture.
He made a noise—a sort of groan—then swooped close for a kiss. “That mouth of yours is going to do me in,” he said upon coming up for air. “You’ve ruined me for any other lady’s lips.”
Absurdly pleased, she allowed herself to touch him as she wanted, pushing those boyish locks of hair off his forehead. “You’re funny.”
“I’m serious.” His smile died then, as his gaze searched her face. “Meg, where do you see yourself in five years?”
She considered the question, then gave him an honest answer, she who hadn’t wanted to give him anything beyond a one-night stand. “I see myself visiting here. I haven’t been back, you know, not ever, and now I think I’d like to return every once in a while. Maybe more often than that.”
“You don’t want to stay?”
“No. I like where I live. I like my job.”
“Me, too,” Caleb answered. “Though I’m mending the worst of my workaholic ways. Coming here has been very good for cementing in me the notion that there’s more to life than my business. I don’t plan to forget that.”
Meg nodded. “Being at the cove has been good for me, too. I was feeling a little ‘meh’ lately, but I think I have the bounce back in my step.”
Mischief sparked again in his eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” She felt his hand creep under her T-shirt at the small of her back. His forefinger moved in circles and curlicues, some kind of pattern, she thought.
“What are you doing?”
“A game from my childhood,” he answered. “I’m spelling out a word.” His finger moved again. “This is what I want to do to you.”
She sat up in faux outrage. “I know that word!”
He yanked her back down. “You’re going to get it before I’m through.”
They did make it to his house while they were fully clothed. But the garments came flying off once the door was shut behind them. Then they tussled on the bed, laughing and kissing and writing words on each other’s skin with fingers and tongues until there was no teasing left in them and the desire had to be sated through a more serious touch.
They lay on their sides again, and he drew her thigh on top of his as he opened her with his fingers. Then his erection was there, the thick knob of it rubbing against her clitoris, making her gasp, before he began to push inside. One of his hands was curled over her hip, his fingers steadying her as he penetrated.
Hot chills flashed across her flesh as he entered her, the possession so
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