reached for, and found, her waist, pulling her closer to him and dropping his head to find her lips. Sophie responded immediately, twining her arms around his neck and fitting her body into the contours of his. The movement of the tepid water against his legs and the cooling breeze across his shoulders only contrasted the warmth of Sophieâs body and the heat of her mouth, creating a mixture of sensations that had every nerve on high alert.
Kissing Sophie was a heady experience, one he was very willing to get lost in, but catcalls from people on the shore brought him back to his senses. As Sophie pulled away, he could feel the imprint of her lingering like a shadow, but she was wading back toward dry land and towing him along behind.
He wasnât sure whether to be disappointed or not.
Chapter Six
Patience and temperance and self-control were for people who werenât currently kissing Quinn Haslett. Or
being
kissed by Quinn Haslett, for that matter.
The stern talking-to sheâd given herself yesterday had been a giant waste of time. She was ready to jump his bones, right here, right now, damn the consequences. If it werenât for the fact she knew sex and sand were a bad combination, sheâd probably be naked already.
There wasnât even a good reason to assume there
would
be consequences, so why deny herselfâor him, either?
Jeez, the trek back up to her place seemed to take forever.
Quinn stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning the knob to the outdoor shower and stepping under it to rinse off. In the time it took her to think
I bet that water is cold
, Quinn had pulled her under the spout with him, and while the water
was
cold, it was no contest against the heat radiating off him in waves.
She closed her eyes long enough to let the water wash the salt from her face, and when she opened them again, Quinnâs shirt was off and hanging from the banister, and he was pulling her to him with clear intent.
Hot damn. This is happening.
That knowledge was enough to scramble her brainâwhich Quinnâs kisses were already doing a pretty good job of alreadyâso how they made it to the porch and into the house, she didnât quite know. Nor did she know exactly how or when her shirt came off. But she did register the feel of the carpet against her back and the delicious weight of Quinnâs body on top of hers.
And it was better than she hoped.
Quinn was lean and solid, and his skin was softer than expected, letting her hands slide easily over his back and shoulders, exploring the planes and ridges of the muscles sheâd appreciated from afar for so long.
He sat up, pulling her into his lap so her legs wrapped around his waist, and she groaned at the contact. Her bra was gone with a few twists of Quinnâs hands and his mouth blazed a hot path down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
Caught in the rush, it took her a minute to realize Quinn wasnât kissing her now, and, in fact, had asked her something. âWhat?â she managed to wheeze, trying to bring his face into focus.
âCondoms. Please tell me you have some.â
The naked desire on his face nearly took her breath away again. âUpstairs. My room.â
âThat is about the only thing that could convince me to climb those stairs again today.â Untangling himself from her arms and legsâwhich, she discovered as she tried to stand, werenât working entirely properly right nowâhe prodded her toward the stairs.
Anticipation gave her a rush of energy, and she took the stairs two at a time with Quinn hot on her heels.
She left Quinn in her bedroom as she went into the tiny attached bath, opening drawers and rifling through them, trying to remember where she would have stored something she didnât think sheâd be needing for a while. About the time panic was setting in, she finally found them. âOh, thank goodness,â she whispered.
She was a little
Kissing Sophie was a heady experience, one he was very willing to get lost in, but catcalls from people on the shore brought him back to his senses. As Sophie pulled away, he could feel the imprint of her lingering like a shadow, but she was wading back toward dry land and towing him along behind.
He wasnât sure whether to be disappointed or not.
Chapter Six
Patience and temperance and self-control were for people who werenât currently kissing Quinn Haslett. Or
being
kissed by Quinn Haslett, for that matter.
The stern talking-to sheâd given herself yesterday had been a giant waste of time. She was ready to jump his bones, right here, right now, damn the consequences. If it werenât for the fact she knew sex and sand were a bad combination, sheâd probably be naked already.
There wasnât even a good reason to assume there
would
be consequences, so why deny herselfâor him, either?
Jeez, the trek back up to her place seemed to take forever.
Quinn stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning the knob to the outdoor shower and stepping under it to rinse off. In the time it took her to think
I bet that water is cold
, Quinn had pulled her under the spout with him, and while the water
was
cold, it was no contest against the heat radiating off him in waves.
She closed her eyes long enough to let the water wash the salt from her face, and when she opened them again, Quinnâs shirt was off and hanging from the banister, and he was pulling her to him with clear intent.
Hot damn. This is happening.
That knowledge was enough to scramble her brainâwhich Quinnâs kisses were already doing a pretty good job of alreadyâso how they made it to the porch and into the house, she didnât quite know. Nor did she know exactly how or when her shirt came off. But she did register the feel of the carpet against her back and the delicious weight of Quinnâs body on top of hers.
And it was better than she hoped.
Quinn was lean and solid, and his skin was softer than expected, letting her hands slide easily over his back and shoulders, exploring the planes and ridges of the muscles sheâd appreciated from afar for so long.
He sat up, pulling her into his lap so her legs wrapped around his waist, and she groaned at the contact. Her bra was gone with a few twists of Quinnâs hands and his mouth blazed a hot path down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
Caught in the rush, it took her a minute to realize Quinn wasnât kissing her now, and, in fact, had asked her something. âWhat?â she managed to wheeze, trying to bring his face into focus.
âCondoms. Please tell me you have some.â
The naked desire on his face nearly took her breath away again. âUpstairs. My room.â
âThat is about the only thing that could convince me to climb those stairs again today.â Untangling himself from her arms and legsâwhich, she discovered as she tried to stand, werenât working entirely properly right nowâhe prodded her toward the stairs.
Anticipation gave her a rush of energy, and she took the stairs two at a time with Quinn hot on her heels.
She left Quinn in her bedroom as she went into the tiny attached bath, opening drawers and rifling through them, trying to remember where she would have stored something she didnât think sheâd be needing for a while. About the time panic was setting in, she finally found them. âOh, thank goodness,â she whispered.
She was a little
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