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circulating in his lower half. And apparently he’d just signed up to spend the next hour or so in the company of a woman who alternately annoyed him and gave him a hard-on he couldn’t will away.
“How about I give you two?” she suggested with a saucy toss of her ponytail and held up both palms, fingers spread. “Two extra hands. I’ll help you get out of that suit, and then we can be on our way.”
His lungs strangled over a breath. Yeah, Rachel peeling away the wetsuit from his body, with her wandering hands and hot eyes— that sounded like a plan. A plan for driving him bonkers.
She followed him to the bungalow, still chattering about asparagus, baking dishes, and God knew what all, while Evan held on to his sanity by the skin of his teeth. Rachel tried to follow him into his bedroom as if his lack of response to her I’ll-help-you-get-naked offer had constituted agreement.
He shook his head and shut the door in her face. Somehow he managed to actually get his gear off without Rachel’s help, a small miracle considering he’d only done it a million times before.
While he yanked an Aqueous Adventures T-shirt over his damp hair and speared his legs into a pair of jeans, Rachel stood on the other side of the door, still talking.
Had the woman never heard of the silent game? She could learn it by example if she’d just close her mouth for a minute.
He clamped his teeth together and gave in to the inevitable, ushering Rachel to the speedboat. The roar of the motor gave him a reprieve as she opted to watch the passing scenery, a small smile of delight tipping up the corners of her mouth as the miles and miles of blue stretched out around them.
Not that he was watching her on purpose. But the wind whipped through her ponytail, pulling strands loose that streamed out behind her, and her eyes squinted a little against the bright Caribbean sun, softening her face. It was a little fascinating to see her both silent and in the elements, both of which she accepted with grace. A lot of women would squeal about their hairdo when forced to take a trip to the store in a speedboat, but she took it all in stride. Just like she took him in stride, never faltering no matter what surliness he flung in her direction.
He could not get a handle on Rachel. It was a problem. She was a problem.
At the Lady of Saints Marina in Harbour Town, Evan tied up the boat at the Aqueous slip and jerked his head at the dock. Rachel stood, grabbed her purse, and missed her footing, all in one shot. As she stumbled, Evan instantly reacted, catching her by the arms to keep her off the teakwood.
Mistake , his mind screamed as her body fell against his in all the right places. His own body heartily approved, welcoming her peaks and valleys easily, begging him to pull her closer, to revel in the sensation of woman.
It had been a long freaking time since he’d had one wrapped around him. An even longer time since he’d wanted to back one up against the railing of his boat and see exactly what she tasted like. As a bonus, Rachel seemed to have been rendered speechless as she blinked up at him, seemingly as frozen in the moment as he was.
“I haven’t got sea legs, I guess,” she murmured huskily after an eternity.
He glanced down automatically at the legs in question, which had a lot to recommend them, seaworthy or not. “You’re okay.”
Her gaze skittered over him, sparking something that pinwheeled across his skin, raising heat in its wake. The atmosphere shifted like a live thing, and awareness slithered through its very molecules. He should be letting her go, dropping his hands and walking away. That didn’t happen. Lust jackknifed through his gut and it was fifty-fifty whether he’d find the will to push her away before he did something he’d regret.
Except pushing her away sounded a lot like something he’d regret too.
His fingers tightened on her arms. She countered by palming the small of his back. Her hot hands warmed
“How about I give you two?” she suggested with a saucy toss of her ponytail and held up both palms, fingers spread. “Two extra hands. I’ll help you get out of that suit, and then we can be on our way.”
His lungs strangled over a breath. Yeah, Rachel peeling away the wetsuit from his body, with her wandering hands and hot eyes— that sounded like a plan. A plan for driving him bonkers.
She followed him to the bungalow, still chattering about asparagus, baking dishes, and God knew what all, while Evan held on to his sanity by the skin of his teeth. Rachel tried to follow him into his bedroom as if his lack of response to her I’ll-help-you-get-naked offer had constituted agreement.
He shook his head and shut the door in her face. Somehow he managed to actually get his gear off without Rachel’s help, a small miracle considering he’d only done it a million times before.
While he yanked an Aqueous Adventures T-shirt over his damp hair and speared his legs into a pair of jeans, Rachel stood on the other side of the door, still talking.
Had the woman never heard of the silent game? She could learn it by example if she’d just close her mouth for a minute.
He clamped his teeth together and gave in to the inevitable, ushering Rachel to the speedboat. The roar of the motor gave him a reprieve as she opted to watch the passing scenery, a small smile of delight tipping up the corners of her mouth as the miles and miles of blue stretched out around them.
Not that he was watching her on purpose. But the wind whipped through her ponytail, pulling strands loose that streamed out behind her, and her eyes squinted a little against the bright Caribbean sun, softening her face. It was a little fascinating to see her both silent and in the elements, both of which she accepted with grace. A lot of women would squeal about their hairdo when forced to take a trip to the store in a speedboat, but she took it all in stride. Just like she took him in stride, never faltering no matter what surliness he flung in her direction.
He could not get a handle on Rachel. It was a problem. She was a problem.
At the Lady of Saints Marina in Harbour Town, Evan tied up the boat at the Aqueous slip and jerked his head at the dock. Rachel stood, grabbed her purse, and missed her footing, all in one shot. As she stumbled, Evan instantly reacted, catching her by the arms to keep her off the teakwood.
Mistake , his mind screamed as her body fell against his in all the right places. His own body heartily approved, welcoming her peaks and valleys easily, begging him to pull her closer, to revel in the sensation of woman.
It had been a long freaking time since he’d had one wrapped around him. An even longer time since he’d wanted to back one up against the railing of his boat and see exactly what she tasted like. As a bonus, Rachel seemed to have been rendered speechless as she blinked up at him, seemingly as frozen in the moment as he was.
“I haven’t got sea legs, I guess,” she murmured huskily after an eternity.
He glanced down automatically at the legs in question, which had a lot to recommend them, seaworthy or not. “You’re okay.”
Her gaze skittered over him, sparking something that pinwheeled across his skin, raising heat in its wake. The atmosphere shifted like a live thing, and awareness slithered through its very molecules. He should be letting her go, dropping his hands and walking away. That didn’t happen. Lust jackknifed through his gut and it was fifty-fifty whether he’d find the will to push her away before he did something he’d regret.
Except pushing her away sounded a lot like something he’d regret too.
His fingers tightened on her arms. She countered by palming the small of his back. Her hot hands warmed
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