Page 73 of Finding New Dreams

I kissed those sweet lips again while my fingers felt for a bra clasp. “Because you’re my fantasy. Like dreams, you’re all about living them, right? Why wouldn’t we bring this one to life? And every other one we can.”

She smiled just as I popped the clasp. Then she grabbed her bra and flung it up over her head, her back arching, her perfectly round, small breasts tantalizingly close.

But before I could touch even one tight nipple, she grabbed my neck and pulled me closer until our noses touched.

“Then let’s live this one out, Flynn,” she said, right before she gave me a ferocious kiss.

Her tongue danced with mine, and her teeth sank into my bottom lip.

Growling, I kissed her back harder, holding her wrists above her head in one fist. I cupped one of her breasts and sank my mouth onto it. Sparks flashed behind my eyes at the sheer delight of her taste. I stroked my tongue over the hardened peak then scraped my teeth over it.

Her body tightened under me as she uttered a sharp cry.

My own body hardened in response, an almost unbearable need rising.

But I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t give her less than what she wanted.

I shifted to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. She arched and shuddered, gasping my name over and over.

I rained kisses—some gentle, some sharp—over her stomach, ribs, hips, and breasts again.

“Flynn.” She whispered it differently this time. Concerned. She’d frozen beneath me. “Flynn, I think someone’s coming.”

Sure enough, the crackle of someone walking through the brush came closer and closer, along with the light of a bobbing flashlight.

Shit.

I snatched up her bra and handed it to her while she quickly snapped it on and yanked up her shirt.

A throat cleared from a few feet away, hidden in the shadows. “This is Sheriff Wyatt. I’m going to give you a few seconds to get yourselves together then I’m stepping out.”

I closed my eyes for a moment. Damn it. Of course it was Wyatt.

Dressed in his sheriff’s uniform and hat, he strode out onto the beach, aiming his flashlight at the ground. “Hey, Rose,” he said, nodding to her. Then he looked down at me. “Flynn.”

I got to my feet with a quick grin. “Hey, Sheriff, what seems to be the problem here?”

He shook his head, his lips twitching the tiniest bit. “I got a call from Cheryl, who heard from Bud that two people matching your descriptions snuck down here after dark.”

Bud and Cheryl. I should’ve known.

Rose stood up next to me. “Technically, it’s not illegal to be here after dark, Wyatt.”

“But other…activities are, Rose. You know that.”

She smiled sweetly. “Activities like the ones Bud and Cheryl have been caught doing?”

Wyatt rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to hide his smile. “Exactly. Swimming, boating, and drinking are a big no after dark. Sex is a no always. For your safety and the safety of others. And their eyes.”

“I can assure you, Sheriff Wyatt, we were simply painting,” I said, gesturing grandly at the jumbled supplies behind us.

He stepped closer, flicking the flashlight up and down both of us. “Uh-huh. Then why are your clothes all wet?”

“Wow, Wyatt; you know, with those observational skills you could be a detective. No, really. Have you ever considered it?”

“Flynn—”

“It was just a rogue wave,” I said with a shrug. “Took us by surprise.”

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