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blond hair over
his forehead and the way he always blushes when he looks at me. How
can I not be crushing hard?”
    You lower your sunglasses to the end of your
nose and arch one brow over your blazing, dark eyes. “You’re full
of jabs today, aren’t you? You know what I meant.”
    I stand between your legs and take your face
between my hands skimming my fingers through your dark, wavy hair.
“You know I’m kidding. Look at you.” I let my hands run down your
neck, across your broad shoulders, down over the bulging muscles of
each arm. “Why would I ever want anyone else?”
    Your hands find my hips and pull me closer,
close enough to rest your cheek against my stomach. “I’ve already
done everything you’re just getting to do. I’ve reached my goals.
You could have someone like him—like you. Someone driven, making
his way up the ladder. I kicked my ladder down, Rachael.”
    Why do you think I care that you’ve decided
to retire in your mid-thirties with billions in the bank? Somehow
in your head that’s a bad thing. “You told me your plan months ago.
When we went fishing, remember?”
    “The storm that day.” You chuckle, sending
vibrations through my skin. “I swear, you wrapped your wet little
body around my back so tight when I carried you back to the hotel,
I had obscene images running wild in my head.”
    “Every time lightning flashed, I thought we
were going to die.” I stroke the top of your head, twisting
sun-warmed locks of hair around my fingers. “The fish you caught
was good though.”
    You turn your head and rest your chin in my
bellybutton. “Yeah? You hardly touched it.”
    I bend and kiss the grin off your face.
Eating around you leads to kissing you and touching you and meals
are quickly shoved aside and forgotten. I’ve lost eight pounds
since I stepped foot on this island. “We need another chocolate
raspberry cake.”
    You growl and lick my stomach sending
delicious flesh memories straight to my center. Memories of smeared
chocolate frosting devoured with your tongue. “Don’t worry. I’ve
got that covered.”
    “Uh…” Riley stammers, standing at the end of
my lounge chair with a fresh mimosa in one hand. “I’ll just…” He
sets it on the wooden table and shuffles away.
    “Thanks!” I call after him. “Think he’s a
virgin?”
    You let out a derisive snort. “Can’t imagine
why you’d think that.”
    “ I don’t know. Maybe he’s just
modest.”
    “Hmm. Maybe.” With a flick of your fingers,
my bikini top falls open. “Glad you’re not.”
    “Not with you.” I wrap my arms around your
neck and you pull me down on top of you on the lounge chair sucking
a nipple into your mouth.
    “Ah,” I gasp. I’ll never get used to the
feel of your lips, your tongue. It’s too good, too drive-me-insane
overwhelming.
    I press against your shoulders, releasing my
flesh with a drag of your teeth. I have to have your mouth on mine,
your tongue sliding over mine drawing moans from deep in my
throat.
    I devour your lips. No holding back. I held
back so long waiting to trust you, but now I need to take and take
and never stop until there’s nothing left of you. Consume you
delicious bite by delicious bite.
    Rewarded with a low groan when I nip your
bottom lip, I taste my way across your jaw to lap your earlobe and
take it in my mouth. Your hands squeeze my ass and slide down
between my inner thighs, pulling them apart so I’m straddling you.
Your chest is warm under my splayed fingers, salty on the tip of my
tongue tasting your hard pecs. You rock your hips into me. I dig my
nails into your skin in response making you suck in an airy hiss
through your teeth.
    The wind blows my hair across your face,
cools my bare back damp with heat. You ball my hair in your hands
as I trail kisses down your stomach. “I love how you taste.”
    My hair goes loose around my shoulders and
you run both palms down my back. “I never want anyone else here.
Just us. Alone.”
    “Me