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‘I’m thinking we reheat the dinner, finish the Chardonnay and then either crash out or see if you’re up for a rematch. Because I probably will be. I’ve always been insatiable where you’re concerned.’
She tilted her head, giving his playful thumb better access, and let the ripple of sexual excitement steam through her body.
Could it really be that simple?
He moved closer and brought both his hands to her shoulders to squeeze and caress and drive her closer to the edge. His erection butted her hip, shooting the ripple of excitement right where she needed it to be.
‘I didn’t want to have the hots for you, either, Hal. But after spending half the night wide awake getting blue balls in that tent, it occurred to me this really doesn’t have to be all that complicated,’ he said. ‘We’re both grown-ups. We’re both unattached at the moment. And I for one have some very hot memories of our sex life.’
She licked her lips, clinging to sensible by her fingertips—because her impulse control was now officially dead in the water. ‘But what about those repercussions you mentioned yesterday? What if they come back to bite us on the butt?’
‘Hal, didn’t you know that what happens in a hot tub in Tennessee—’ his voice became gruffer, rasping across her nerve endings ‘—stays in a hot tub in Tennessee.’
Her heartbeat butted her throat, anticipation and need making every one of her pulse points throb in unison with her rabbiting heartbeat.
‘What do you say?’ he coaxed, his lips virtually on hers now, his fingers lifting into her hair to pull her closer still.
Her shoulders relaxed as she inhaled the salty, musky scent of him and acknowledged the sharp tug of yearning, which had been torturing her for days. And the last of the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this floated away on the hot stream of lust surging through her bloodstream.
Oh, bugger it. It’s only sex.
‘OK,’ she murmured.
His lips covered hers, the kiss new and hot and avid. And yet achingly familiar. She opened for him, flattening her palms against his ribs. His shiver of response echoed in her sex, their tongues tangling in a battle for supremacy. She delved deep, scraping her nails through the rough hair on his cheeks. His hands lowered to cup her breasts through the tight spandex, his thumbs rubbing her straining nipples. With their mouths fused, he slid his fingers under the cup and drew her breast out. He dropped his head and took the swollen nipple into his mouth.
The hot suction had her lifting off the bench, her hands falling from his face. The shock of arousal, the delicious ache in her breast almost pain.
She fisted her fingers in his hair and tugged him away. ‘Stop, Luke, give me a minute.’ She adjusted the swimsuit to cover her pouting nipple, her insides sparking with desire and panic.
How could the attraction still be so combustible? Because what had felt light and flirtatious had swiftly become very … serious.
‘Please tell me you haven’t changed your mind, or I may die.’
She laughed, his horrified expression breaking the tension.
This is about now, not then. It’s just sex. You’re both adults in dire need of an endorphin fix. That’s why it’s intense.
‘I haven’t changed my mind,’ she said, because nothing short of a nuclear apocalypse was liable to stop her now. ‘But no way am I having sex in a hot tub. Because …’ She shuddered. ‘Just eww.’
He let out a harsh laugh. ‘Thank Christ for that. I was worried you might actually be trying to murder me.’
He stood, sending water cascading over the rim of the tub, and she got an eye-level view of that magnificent erection outlined in clinging wet cotton. He hauled her up and stepped out of the tub. ‘Let’s go, before I explode.’
He dragged off his wet boxers and the erection bounced free, long and wide and bowed up towards his belly button. He slung a towel round his waist and she laughed, her eyes meeting his flushed face. The towel stood out at a weird angle, doing nothing to disguise the tumescence beneath.
‘That looks ridiculous,’ she said.
‘Hey, no mocking the substitute. He might wilt from performance anxiety.’
‘Doubtful, I think you could bat for England with that thing,’ she teased, grabbing a towel. But as she went to wrap it round her shoulders, he whipped it out of her hands.
‘Not so fast. Take off the swimsuit. I don’t see why I should be the only one open to ridicule.’
His grin was quick and feral and entirely too pleased with itself.
She glanced across the screened porch to the dense woodland beyond that hid them from view. The prickle of apprehension not welcome. She wasn’t shy or embarrassed. She looked good for her age. But that didn’t alter the fact he hadn’t seen her naked in sixteen years.
‘I’m not stripping off where anyone can see me.’ She made a grab for the towel.
