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This—it was them. Just them. Hannah could have any man she wanted, but it was him she desired. “Come here.”
    He took her hands and backed up, off the path, into the sand.
    The nearly full moon more than lit the beach. He could see her face clearly, the brows drawn down, her swollen, pouting lips. She followed, dragging her heels, still offended by his question. He’d just have to make it up to her. And he had a list of ways to do just that.
    Mason led her into one of the permanent tent structures. The edges of the canvas walls flapped in the breeze, but otherwise, they were alone, completely shielded from prying eyes. Hannah quirked a brow at him, but the arch expression was ruined by her smile.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    He didn’t really have a plan. It was more the feel of it. This felt right. He pulled his shirt off and instead of letting it fall, he laid it down on the ground in the middle of the tent while he sat in the sand.
    “Mason?” Her voice held laughter, happiness, magic.
    “Sit.” He patted the shirt.
    She sank down next to him, long legs stretched out alongside his. Even in the dim light, her eyes sparkled. He leaned in and she met him in an open-mouthed kiss, no reservations. Nothing holding them back. He turned his body toward hers, hungry to feel more of her.
    “Maybe we should go back to the room?” she whispered, so low he almost didn’t hear her over the crash of the waves.
    “Not yet. Lie down.”
    “Here?” There was a thread of panic in her voice.
    “No.” He slid his hand up under the gauze dress and cupped her breast.
    Both he and Hannah stared at his big palm covering her. He slipped his thumb under the cup and around the underside of her breast. The strap slid down her shoulder, allowing the rest of her top to easily slide to the side, exposing her tightly furled nipple.
    He bent his head and licked her through the sheer fabric.
    Hannah gasped and her back arched, thrusting more of her into his mouth.
    Sensitive nipples—check.
    Before the end of the night he wanted to know every part of her, where she liked to be touched, what made her hot and bothered, and how she sounded when she came.
    Her hands slid over his head, twirling the strands of his hair. He rubbed his tongue over the aroused flesh, sucking lightly.
    “Mason.” His name was laced with all that need. Now if he could just record that and play it over and over again.
    He brushed imaginary sand from his fingers and cupped her mound, applying just enough pressure for her to rub against.
    Hannah leaned back onto her elbows, head tipped back, legs parted. A sensual buffet—just for him.
    Mason tugged her top down around her waist, baring both breasts. She was perfect, every inch of her amazing. And beautiful. And for this short span of time— his .
    “Mason,” she whispered.
    “You’re so damn pretty.” He kissed her cheek and curled his fingers over her mound, finding her folds through the swimsuit bottoms.
    “Am I?” Her voice broke.
    “Hell yes. I’m about to come just looking at you.”
    Her breathing hitched.
    “I don’t have a condom with me. Can I touch you here?”He nuzzled her cheek and flexed his index finger. Her breathing hitched again, proof he’d found that needy, swollen button. “I promise to keep my dick in my pants.”
    For now, at least. Later he couldn’t make such promises, especially when he knew there was at least one condom in his bag.
    They were so close he could feel her heart beat thrumming in her veins, the catch of her breathing, the little tremor shaking her body from head to toe. Did she want him that bad? Was it the same for her?
    “Hannah? You can say no.” Just because her body said yes, it didn’t mean her head did, too.
    “No—I mean—yes.” She closed her eyes. “I’m just, I mean I’m not...”
    “It’s okay to be nervous.” He slid his hand up to her waist. Too fast, too soon. They’d switched gears so many times, he couldn’t blame her