Page 26 of Body Shot

And not gonna lie, I also want to explore that hidden sensuality again, because holy hotness. When I walked into her condo, she was all pink cheeks and fluttery eyelashes, looking a lot like she had last night after . . . Whoa. Seriously? Or is my dirty mind making a big leap?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her eyes narrow and she takes a step back.

I step toward her. “Like what?”

“Like you want to . . . erm . . .” She takes another step back.

I follow again, smiling. “Want to what, gorgeous?”

Her eyes shift. “Never mind.” One more step back.

“Like I want to fuck you and make you lose your mind again?”

She sucks in a sharp breath and steps back again . . . this time into a wave that breaks. She screams and barrels forward, right into me. I catch her in my arms, laughing, lifting her up and spinning her around. “Baby, now you’re all wet.”

“You have no idea,” she mutters, burying her face in the side of my neck.

I like that.

I carry her out of the reach of the waves and lower her feet to the sand. Cold water has dripped from her lower legs onto mine, and I’m surprised it doesn’t sizzle, I’m so fucking hot.

“Good to hear.” I dip my head and nuzzle her hair. “But you’re gonna get us arrested if we keep going like this.”

“Arrested?”

“Pretty sure sex on the beach is against the law.”

Her body shakes and I peer down. Okay, good, she’s laughing.

“You are a bad man.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

Now she laughs out loud. “You’re right.”

I hold on to her but let her lift her head and lean back. “This is so weird.”

I smile. “What is?”

“Doing this. Me. You. I don’t even know you.”

“What does it matter? As long as we’re having fun together.”

“Right, right. Fun is what life is all about.”

“I’m not going to apologize for wanting a little pleasure in my life. What’s wrong with that?”

Her smile fades and she gives me a perplexed look. “Nothing, for you, if that’s what you want.”

She deserves pleasure, too. “Come on. I’ll buy you ice cream.” I wave a hand at the boardwalk.

“I like ice cream.”

I reach for her hand and we walk across the sand. “What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

“Vanilla.”

“Oh no. Hell no. Not vanilla.”

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