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her clit. She moaned, her breath hitching, spine bowing upward. He gently flicked the nub back and forth while curling his fingers deep within her, seeking that hidden pleasure spot.
    Hannah cried out and her body tensed around him, rippling, for lack of a better word. Yeah, there probably wasn’t a person on the beach who didn’t hear her near scream of pleasure. He held perfectly still while she came apart in his arms, tasting her cream.
    Fuck, he wanted to do that again.

5.
    H annah’s legs wobbled, her whole body practically vibrating.
    What the hell had Mason done to her out on the beach?
    She knew what she thought had happened, but was that mind-blowing, melting crescendo of...she didn’t even know what to call it, but she’d felt it from the ends of her hair all the way to her toenails.
    Her vibrator had never given her an orgasm like that before. Whatever he’d done was a full-body experience that had her still short of breath and tingly in places she didn’t know could tingle.
    Mason’s grip tightened on her hand as he led her back to the room. Her feet and clothes were still wet from the impromptu wash off they’d done before entering the hotel. His stride was a little wobbly, but then again, after what he’d done, she’d be shocked if he wasn’t the teensy bit affected, too. Though as far as she could tell she was the only one who’d gotten anything out of the little tent adventure. And oh boy, was that an adventure.
    They careened around a corner, almost running into one of the hotel porters.
    “Sorry,” Mason said with a grin.
    She sputtered a laugh behind her hand, giddy for no real reason. Was this what orgasms did to people?
    The porter merely stared at them, not the least bit amused.
    “Sorry, man.” Mason held up his free hand as they passed.
    The porter did not give him a high-five.
    “Are you drunk?” she said under her breath. It was hard to tell if the light-headed sensation was due to the earlier alcohol or Mason’s talented tongue.
    “Who? Me?” Mason peered down at her. His eyes were a little bloodshot, but that could be from any number of things. The alcohol, the flight, all the hours he worked. She wasn’t ready to make a judgment based on red eyes.
    He sidestepped into her on purpose, nudging her off balance. She yelped, her center of balance tipping too far to the right.
    Mason’s arm wrapped around her waist and he twirled her, right there in the hallway, grinning. She’d never seen him smile like that before. The sight of him—happy—fluttered something deep in her breast. Had she put that smile there?
    “Yes, you.” She clung to his arm as he straightened them out, more or less, and started walking again.
    “Drunk—no. Tipsy—chances are likely.” There were a few too many slurs in his words, but again she couldn’t really judge.
    Mason dug a keycard out of his pocket and the arm around her waist tightened.
    They were going back to one of their two rooms—and having sex. She highly doubted he wanted to play paddy cake.
    Her mouth went dry, her stomach buzzed with nerves, and a tremor swept her body as she felt the remembered touch of his rough fingers on her breast. Her vaginal walls tightened, clenching on nothing—but she remembered what he’d felt like inside of her. At least his tongue and his fingers.
    Crap, was this a good idea? Should she tell him? What if he backed off? Some guys got weird about the V-card. At least one guy had dumped her over it, too freaked out to even discuss it. If she didn’t tell him, was tipsy sex going to hurt? What if Mason thought because he’d...he’d done what he did out on the beach, it didn’t matter if sex was good for her?
    Mason’s hands wrapped around her arms, and he pushed her up against the door to his room. The breath whooshed out of her lungs as he pressed his hot, hard body against hers. His warm breath fanned her cheek.
    And was that—?
    Yes, she was pretty sure that was his...his erection pressing