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breasts pushing up against his chest, the way her hips cradled his groin, making him pulse with desire.
    He loved kissing a woman this tall. He didn’t have to bend to her mouth at all, and it was so easy to pull her even closer and go deep. She tasted amazing, like sweet lime and champagne and a trace of salt, and she smelled of that same intriguing bittersweet caramel fragrance he had noticed the first day they met. He went deeper still, and she pushed up against him and made a soft, warm sound in the back of her throat, and suddenly he was flooded with an electric hunger so sharp that he felt that he might lose control.
    And so he did what he had been fantasizing about doing all night. He led her away from the water and laid her down upon the warm sand and covered her body with his own.
    He held himself just barely above her with his one good arm as he reached down and crushed his mouth to hers, trying desperately to fill all the space between them.
    She responded avidly, moaning and twisting under him, and he pulled back for a second to search her face.
    “Please,” she said, and that was all the encouragement he needed, dipping his mouth to her throat and tasting her skin, trailing his way down to her collarbone, dragging his tongue across her salty-sweet flesh.
    She closed her eyes and arched up toward him, and he throbbed against her in response and wanted to rip her clothes from her body, but then growled in frustration since his one good hand was being used to hold himself up.
    She opened her eyes, and her gaze flicked to the cast on his wrist. “Switch with me,” she whispered.
    He rolled over onto his back, and she followed, straddling him in the sand and leaning down to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth as he caressed her long, graceful neck and then finally reached the sweet, bare skin on her back, now gritty with sand, that had been haunting him all evening. He trailed his hand down farther and found her almost naked bottom, and it was as exquisite as he had known it would be, firm and round and warm, and he groaned happily as he fit his palm against her, wishing he had two good hands so he could feel all of her at once.
    She broke off kissing him. “Do you think,” she said hoarsely, “that we should find someplace more private?”
    He pushed himself up and looked around. The beach was deserted. The only light from the restaurant was far behind. “I think we’re alone,” he said.
    She responded by reaching down and unbuttoning his shirt, kissing her way down his chest with every button she opened.
    He inhaled sharply. Each touch of her mouth was like a lit match against his skin. He could feel her all through his body, and he was so hard that he thought he might explode like a schoolboy if he let her go any longer.
    He brought his mouth to her soft, full breast, feeling the rough pattern of lace under the cotton of her dress and then the bud of her nipple. He cupped her with his hand and sucked through the cloth until she gasped and bucked her hips, and he felt the nub rise and harden under the wet fabric.
    “Sebastian,” she moaned. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
    She reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxer briefs so that he sprang free, hard as a rock and aching under her hand. She rubbed herself against him, sliding up and down, pleasuring herself. She was so hot and soft and wet, and the friction of her G-string against his sensitive skin nearly drove him mad with desire.
    “ Linda ,” he panted, “I don’t have a—”
    She hushed him with a kiss and reached for the purse that she had discarded in the sand next to them, pulling out a foil chain of condoms.
    He grinned at her appreciatively, and she shrugged, looking the tiniest bit embarrassed.
    “I like a girl who comes prepared,” he murmured.
    She ripped open a packet with her teeth and, looking at the cast on his wrist, said, “Let me help you,” as she rolled it down over his throbbing cock and then