“I was looking at you,” he admitted.
She turned to him, her mouth parted slightly in her excitement. “You have to watch, or you can’t make a wish.”
“Did you make a wish?” he asked.
“Well, I started to wish for a trip to India,” she said. “But then I realized there’s something else I want more.”
“What’s that?”
Her eyes burned with sudden intensity. “You.”
Reece’s mouth went dry, and he realized
Chapter Eight
Sara held her breath. Had she really just said that? Oh, she just couldn’t help herself. From the moment they’d run to catch the trolley and had landed on the seat together, laughing and out of breath, to chasing each other and the almost kiss just before getting soaked, holding hands, dancing, talking…
Everything he said, everything he did, made her want him more.
She knew she was being forward, which was what Allie had suggested. She claimed that Reece was enough of a gentleman that he wouldn’t come on to her unless he was sure she absolutely welcomed his attentions.
Well, he shouldn’t harbor any doubts now. She’d made herself pretty clear.
Reece stared at her for several heartbeats, and then suddenly she found herself flat on her back. Reece had her shoulders pressed into the ground with his hands, and he loomed over her like some kind of ocean god.
“You drive me absolutely wild, woman, I hope you know that.”
“That’s kind of the idea, right?”
In answer he kissed her. Not the slow, teasing, sensual kiss he’d treated her to the other night, but a high- energy hurricane of a kiss. His mouth was hard on hers as he held her a willing prisoner against their makeshift bed.
Her body came alive, instantly hot and ready, clamoring for his touch. She had never wanted any man the way she wanted Reece Remington.
She could smell the salt on his skin, mixed with the heady scent of sandalwood soap-the soap she herself placed in his shower whenever she cleaned his room.
Sara ran her hands under his shirt along the smooth skin of his back. He groaned deep in his throat every time she moved, no matter where she touched.
But he wasn’t touching her in the same way. Other than his feverish kiss, and hands on her shoulders, he hadn’t touched her. She took his right hand and boldly guided it onto her breast.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Then his hands were all over her, touching her everywhere, through her clothes, under her clothes. He pushed her blouse above her breasts, puzzled briefly over the front clasp of her bra, then unfastened it. He pressed his face against her bare breasts, rubbing the hard nipples against his jaw, letting his slight beard stubble abrade them.
She nearly came out of her skin. No man had ever done that before. But Reece, overcome with passion though he was, was still attuned to her feelings. That knowledge gave her a warm glow deep inside her chest that had nothing to do with the actual lovemaking.
Her clothing began to feel like a straitjacket, and she pushed Reece away long enough that she could drag the blouse over her head and shimmy out of the skirt.
“Oh, Sara.” His voice was rough with emotion, and to her surprise her eyes welled up slightly with feelings she couldn’t even name. What had started as something of a game with Reece, seeing if she could get him to lose control, had become much, much more.
She wasn’t simply a conquest to Reece. This wasn’t just two people coming together as consenting adults and enjoying each other’s bodies. This was making love in the fullest sense of the term.
Reece yanked off his shirt; the rest of his clothes soon followed and they were skin to glorious skin, wrapped around each other until Sara couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. His arousal pressed against her belly, and she thought she was going to pass out if he didn’t do something with it soon. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips in silent invitation, just in case he had missed the fact she was ready-more than ready. She was insanely ready.
He sheathed himself inside her in one stroke, and for several moments they both were exquisitely still, enjoying every nuance of this new, more intimate joining. Her body stretched to accommodate all of him, and he pushed in even deeper, to the very heart of her.
This was all she needed. When he renewed his kisses she felt the first tingles of what she knew would be a massive climax, one that in all honesty had started hours ago.
He began to move then, slowly at first, and the tingles in her body built in intensity, growing into ripples and then waves and waves of pleasure as his rhythm increased and his thrusting became more frenzied.
She sobbed, completely overwhelmed as she crested. Reece’s body convulsed with one final, deep thrust, and then he slumped against her, whispering her name over and over into her ear.
He rolled slightly to the side so he wasn’t pressing his entire weight into her, but not enough to pull their bodies apart. She didn’t want him to withdraw. She wanted to stay like this indefinitely as the waves of pleasure diminished, leaving in their wake a warm glow.
She shivered, and Reece pulled the edges of the silk cloth around them like a cocoon. She snuggled against him, shifting to a more comfortable position.
They could have stayed there all night if they wanted, she realized. The bed-and-breakfast was empty of guests. No one would notice if they didn’t come home.
But she had a feeling Reece wasn’t a sleep-on-the-beach kind of guy. For that matter, he probably wasn’t normally a sex-on-the-beach kind of guy either. She wondered how he would deal with his loss of control.
A few minutes later she had her answer.
“Sara?”
“Yes, Reece?”
“We didn’t use any kind of protection.”
Sara sighed and propped her head up on her elbow so she could see his face. His expression gave her serious pause. He looked pretty grim.
She ran a finger along his jaw. “Oh, you silver-tongued devil. I think that’s the most romantic thing any man has ever said to me right after sex.” Okay, she would have preferred,
“I’ve never done that.” His voice was filled with what Sara could only describe as despair. “I’ve never just… forgotten before.”
No, she didn’t imagine he had. He probably scheduled his sex, wrote it down in his Day-Timer.
“Please don’t worry,” she said, knowing she had to allay his fears. “I’m on the pill.”
“Oh. Oh, that’s good.” His relief was palpable.
“You don’t have to worry about catching anything, either. I’ve been celibate for a while, and my last checkup was good.”
“You’re not worried about catching something from me?”
“Not at all. Because I’m willing to bet you have a battery of tests done every six months, just to be on the safe side. Whether you’ve had sex or not.”
“You know, it’s getting a little scary, the way you’ve figured me out. Am I all that predictable?”
She laughed. “No. I never would have predicted this.”
“You make me act like a crazy person.”
She played with the dusting of hair on his chest. “It’s fun being crazy.”
“It makes me nervous.” He ignored her playful caresses and sat up, rubbing his face. “I hold an executive
