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the braided rope they used the last time they were together. But when she looked at the waitress this time it was different. The familiar tingle of physical need she had followed directly into the woman’s bed had vanished. No stir of arousal, no tingle of anticipation, and definitely no throb between her legs. At least not for her.
    “Sorry. Maybe some other time.” They most likely wouldn’t hook up again. She was tempted to follow Elizabeth but instead took her remaining drink and returned to the beach.
    The angle of the sun was all she needed to know it was close to six o’clock. She rarely looked at her Ironman watch and never did when she was on her board. She should be hungry, having skipped lunch trying to find Elizabeth in the throngs of resort guests and sunbathers. And what was up with that? Colby never went looking for a woman, especially one she didn’t know. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to do anything other than say yes to get a woman in bed, or naked in the sand.
    Maybe that’s what surprised her about Elizabeth. She was obviously interested last night, hadn’t hesitated when Colby took her hand and led her into the trees. And the way Elizabeth pulled her mouth tighter against her breast didn’t signal a woman who needed any persuasion. She had no fucking clue what had changed during their fifteen minutes together this afternoon. Even less of a clue why she cared.
    Elizabeth could see Colby from where she stood on her patio. She didn’t remember getting back to her room, her head full of their conversation and images of Colby lying stretched out on the chaise. Her legs shook as she watched the majestic figure standing so tall in the setting sun, as if she were surveying her kingdom, all that was hers.
    She’d said this was her island, and even without the clarification Elizabeth knew it to be true. She saw it in the way she rode the waves, the way she taught kids to surf, the way she moved so effortlessly in the sand. She’d watched Colby so much in these first few days she felt like she knew her. Maybe that was why she had flirted with her so shamelessly. Had let her take her in her arms without a single word between them.
    God, what had gotten into her? Her eyes were still on the unmoving figure in the chair by the pool, her hands burning as she remembered how strong the muscles in Colby’s back were, how soft her skin was under her fingertips. And, God, how she tasted. A combination of salt, sweat, and passion that was almost her undoing. Who was she kidding, it was her undoing, and if they hadn’t been interrupted there would have been a lot more undoing before it was over.
    Colby’s voice echoed in her ears. “That’s where I was headed.” When Colby had blatantly implied that her head would be between her legs, Elizabeth wanted to drag her inside and make her prove it. She didn’t doubt Colby would be very good. But as much as she wanted to find out just how good, her common sense had returned from wherever it had flown off to.
    She wasn’t like this. Not at all. Elizabeth Collins was a well-respected, relatively conservative academic with her libido completely under control. Her sexual appetite never got her in trouble. Hell, it never even got her a warning, let alone a speeding ticket. But something about Colby made her ignore everything she ever knew about herself. Maybe it was her surroundings, being in a place where nobody knew her and would never see her again. Maybe it was the sound of the water, like a demanding caress. Maybe she was just horny. Whatever, she was acting so out of character she hardly recognized herself.
    Look at her now. Standing in the shadows staring at a woman she knew nothing about except her name and her need to find out if the skin on her legs was as smooth as it looked. Would the muscles in her stomach quiver when she touched them? Would her mouth drive her even crazier than it did when they kissed? And her hands. Her flesh was still