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that things like sex should be a private matter, he’d appreciate it even more.
He grabbed the other towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist to camouflage the pup tent in his trunks in case they came upon anyone.
Even with a good portion of his blood settled in parts lower, Trent had the presence of mind to remember to gather their things. He slid his feet into his flip-flops and then grabbed his shirt, her dress and her shoes.
Damn. It had been the sight of her in those shoes and not a whole lot else that had done him in. Made him decide there was no fighting this attraction between them even if it was against his better judgment.
With their stuf f bundled under one arm, he took her hand in his. He felt her trembling as they walked toward his room. “Cold?”
“A little.”
“You’ll feel better out of that wet suit.” He’d said it out of concern for her comfort but the image of stripping that bikini off her had him walking a little faster toward his bungalow.
In his haste to go swimming, or his rush to see her again in her bikini, Trent hadn’t locked the sliding patio door. He slid it open and pulled her inside. He barely took the time to close it now before he was across the living area, headed toward his goal—the bedroom.
On the way through the living room, Trent halted. There were the condoms, lying right there on the table inside the front door.
At least they were tastefully packaged and not strewn, loose and embarrassingly obvious across his table. Trent shifted his gaze sideways to Laurel.
She glanced at the box and then at him. “This place truly is a full service resort.
He laughed at her reaction. “Thank God for that.”
She really was perfect. Ready to roll with whatever crazy thing happened next. He could fal l for a girl like this . . . but that was a thought for later. He grabbed the box. His embarrassment disappearing more with every step, he continued on the carpeted path that would lead him to paradise.
In the bedroom, he released his hold on her hand and tossed the box of condoms on the nightstand. When he turned back it was to see Laurel dropping her towel and reaching for the back band of her bikini top.
The accommodations there were exquisite. The huge mattress dressed in the softest bedding and framed by the carved wood of the four poster bed, all swathed in gauzy fabric, but having Laurel there like this upped the beauty quotient one thousand percent in his book.
Trent remembered he still had their belongings tucked beneath his arm. He dropped the pile on the dresser and then made short work of his towel and swimsuit. While he stripped, his eyes never left Laurel as she peeled off the tiny wet triangles of fabric and revealed herself to him completely.
He didn’t miss how she was watching him as hungrily as he watched her. Her gaze swept down his body and back up, making a thorough perusal. Judging by her expression, she liked what she saw. He smiled and took a step forward.
Encompassing her wai st with his hands, he lifted her up and hauled her against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and waist the way she had in the pool, but this time there was nothing separating them. Not even a scrap of clothing remained.
Sorely tempted to settle her over him and plunge into her where they stood, he moved to the bed, knelt on the edge and toppled them both onto the mattress. He only had his hands off her long enough to tear into the box and roll on a condom, and then he was back.
He ran his palms over the satin skin of her curves, working his way down until he reached her thighs. Once there, he spread her legs and settled between them. He was too needy to wait any longer.
Laurel closed her eyes and her mouth opened on a sharp intake of breath as he plunged into her . He felt how wet and ready she was and knew she didn’t gasp in pain but more likely with the relief of finally getting what they both wanted so badly.
Finally f ulfilling a need so long
He grabbed the other towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist to camouflage the pup tent in his trunks in case they came upon anyone.
Even with a good portion of his blood settled in parts lower, Trent had the presence of mind to remember to gather their things. He slid his feet into his flip-flops and then grabbed his shirt, her dress and her shoes.
Damn. It had been the sight of her in those shoes and not a whole lot else that had done him in. Made him decide there was no fighting this attraction between them even if it was against his better judgment.
With their stuf f bundled under one arm, he took her hand in his. He felt her trembling as they walked toward his room. “Cold?”
“A little.”
“You’ll feel better out of that wet suit.” He’d said it out of concern for her comfort but the image of stripping that bikini off her had him walking a little faster toward his bungalow.
In his haste to go swimming, or his rush to see her again in her bikini, Trent hadn’t locked the sliding patio door. He slid it open and pulled her inside. He barely took the time to close it now before he was across the living area, headed toward his goal—the bedroom.
On the way through the living room, Trent halted. There were the condoms, lying right there on the table inside the front door.
At least they were tastefully packaged and not strewn, loose and embarrassingly obvious across his table. Trent shifted his gaze sideways to Laurel.
She glanced at the box and then at him. “This place truly is a full service resort.
He laughed at her reaction. “Thank God for that.”
She really was perfect. Ready to roll with whatever crazy thing happened next. He could fal l for a girl like this . . . but that was a thought for later. He grabbed the box. His embarrassment disappearing more with every step, he continued on the carpeted path that would lead him to paradise.
In the bedroom, he released his hold on her hand and tossed the box of condoms on the nightstand. When he turned back it was to see Laurel dropping her towel and reaching for the back band of her bikini top.
The accommodations there were exquisite. The huge mattress dressed in the softest bedding and framed by the carved wood of the four poster bed, all swathed in gauzy fabric, but having Laurel there like this upped the beauty quotient one thousand percent in his book.
Trent remembered he still had their belongings tucked beneath his arm. He dropped the pile on the dresser and then made short work of his towel and swimsuit. While he stripped, his eyes never left Laurel as she peeled off the tiny wet triangles of fabric and revealed herself to him completely.
He didn’t miss how she was watching him as hungrily as he watched her. Her gaze swept down his body and back up, making a thorough perusal. Judging by her expression, she liked what she saw. He smiled and took a step forward.
Encompassing her wai st with his hands, he lifted her up and hauled her against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and waist the way she had in the pool, but this time there was nothing separating them. Not even a scrap of clothing remained.
Sorely tempted to settle her over him and plunge into her where they stood, he moved to the bed, knelt on the edge and toppled them both onto the mattress. He only had his hands off her long enough to tear into the box and roll on a condom, and then he was back.
He ran his palms over the satin skin of her curves, working his way down until he reached her thighs. Once there, he spread her legs and settled between them. He was too needy to wait any longer.
Laurel closed her eyes and her mouth opened on a sharp intake of breath as he plunged into her . He felt how wet and ready she was and knew she didn’t gasp in pain but more likely with the relief of finally getting what they both wanted so badly.
Finally f ulfilling a need so long
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