Page 15 of High Sea Seduction

Slowly, he comes toward me and stops. He traces a finger down my cheek, and I catch a faint scent of my sex on his hand.

“I wish I’d met you in another time,” he says with that strange look still lurking in his eyes.

“I’m not sure I can say the same.”

He looks at me for a long moment, then he nods. “Fair enough.”

He leans in close, brushes his mouth against my cheek. “But just so you know, your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve tasted in a very long time,” he says in my ear. “I’m going to miss it.”

He walks away before I can draw breath, his long, lean body disappearing around the house.

I stay there, stunned, for almost five minutes before the sound of voices drifting from upstairs forces me to move.

Luckily, I don’t encounter anyone as I hurry to my room. As I disrobe, I see clear imprints of fingers on my breasts and thighs.

Blushing, I slip on my nightie and hurry into bed. I fall asleep with my hand resting between my thighs, a sudden fear that unless I keep it there, the memory of what happened on that dead end road in Montauk will disappear forever.

* * *

I wake to brilliant sunshine and my best friend’s curious stare.

“We missed you last night. Where did you disappear to?” Bethany asks, her blue eyes full of curiosity as she steps forward and holds out the mug of coffee in her hand.

I take my time sitting up and arranging the pillows behind me to buy myself time to respond. Bethany and I used to share everything, but since she became one-half of the powerful Savage couple, I’ve begun to feel as if burdening her with my mundane life and problems isn’t fair on her. Plus, the man behind my disappearance from the party last night happens to be a good friend of Zach Savage’s. Which makes this whole thing a little tricky.

I accept the coffee and blow on it before sipping.

Bethany perches on the edge of the bed and eyes me. “I know that look. You’re thinking of how much to tell me, aren’t you?” she accuses with a narrowed gaze. “What the hell happened after you stormed out of the kitchen? You made me really worried.”

I shrug and try to smile my way through it. “Well, your Neanderthal friend found me.”

She frowns a little. “I don’t know him that well. I only met him one time before last night.”

“So you know nothing about him?” I ask nonchalantly, even though my stomach knots with more than a little tension.

“Very little, but Zach says he’s been through some issues. I only asked because I didn’t want him to come after you without…” She stops, and I muster a grin.

“Without knowing that he’d return alive?”

She grins. “Yeah, you were pretty pissed when you stormed out of the kitchen. Anyway, Zach said whatever he’s been through has made him a little… eccentric, but he wasn’t unpleasant to you, was he?”

I stifle a hysterical laugh. “No, he wasn’t unpleasant. A little judgmental, sure, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Liar,the hard throbbing between my thighs seems to echo. I shift in the bed and sip my drink as Bethany continues to eye me.

“You sure?”

I nod. “Seriously, he came to find me on the beach and apologized for his rudeness.”

“That’s all?”

“Pretty much.” I cringe inside at the barefaced lie and quickly change the subject. “How did the rest of the party go?”

She shrugs. “Okay. Everyone left happy, which is the most important thing, I guess. But”—she bounces on the bed, her eyes shining with happiness—“Zach and I finally agreed on a date for the wedding.”

“Oh?” I heave an inner sigh of relief that she’s dropped the subject of Mason and me. “And is Aunt Keely helping with the organization?” I ask with a genuine smile this time.

“Of course you are. The date’s April thirtieth.”

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