Page 11 of Breakaway

“Yeah. Last year I went with some friends to Turks and Caicos. It was awesome.”

“Oh wow.”

“We rented a villa on the beach. White sand, turquoise waters…kinda like the color of your eyes.”

She blinked, warmth spreading through her. “Oh.”

“You have gorgeous eyes.”

“Thank you.”

An hour passed as they talked and smoldering awareness grew, a haze of heated desire floated around them. Remi quivered, pressing her thighs together, her belly fluttery, her pussy clenching. When their eyes met and held, attraction tugging them toward each other, another kiss had her melting against him.

“We need to leave here,” he murmured into her ear and his breath there gave her tingly shivers. “I can’t keep my hands off you much longer and I’m going to embarrass you.”

Weak and trembling with need, she nodded. She felt the same. It took everything she had not to climb onto his lap and press herself against him.

She rose unsteadily. “I’ll go tell my friends we’re leaving.”

“I’ll meet you at the coat check.”

Pressing a hand to her stomach, Remi found Delise at the table, still with Tiger.

“Where have you been?” Delise asked. “Please tell me you met someone.”

“Oh, yeah. I met someone.” Remi bit her lip. “In fact, we’re leaving now.”

Delise’s eyes popped wide as dinner plates and Remi almost laughed. “What! Who is it? Where is he? Where are you going?”

“I…uh…don’t know where we’re going. Maybe…my place.”

Delise stood up so fast her chair almost fell over backward. “What! Remi! You can’t take a strange man home with you!”

Remi tipped her head to one side and frowned. “Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”

“But…” Remi blinked. “But, Delise…”

“It’s dangerous, Remi.” Delise looked around. “Where is he?”

“He’s meeting me out front. He’s a nice guy, Del. He’s not dangerous.” Only in that he made her panties wet.

“How do you know that? Jesus, Remi.”

“I…” Disappointment started to dampen her happy buzz. “But, Delise…” She leaned closer to her friend. “I want him.”

Delise’s mouth opened. “Oh.” She stared at Remi. “Good god, Remi. Well, hell. Okay. Keep your cell phone on and with you at all times. All times. Got it?”

Remi gave a jerky nod.

“Because I’m going to be phoning you. And if you don’t answer, I’m sending the police. Go to your place. Don’t go to his place. Nobody will know where you are there.” She put a hand to her mouth. “This is still crazy. He could be a serial killer and once you get in a car with him…”

“Ssssh. I’m not that stupid.” Remi smiled at her friend. “I know this isn’t the kind of thing I usually do, but I want to have fun tonight. I like him. He likes me.”

Delise’s face softened. She put her hands on Remi’s upper arms and squeezed. “Okay. But remember…I’m calling.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

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