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In her mind there was no secret and shouldn’t be other than she was keeping it quiet for Josie now. She supposed she should explain that to him too.
She knew he was taking things slow and she was trying to do that too, but her body had other ideas.
She’d been on this island for almost six weeks now. She’d met Carter the day she moved here. If she counted the day she met him out for the thank you dinner—which she was in her mind—then it’d been close to a month and a half a dozen times they’d been together.
More than enough time to move on to the next step, but it was figuring out when to do it.
This was better than rushing on a Monday or Thursday while Josie was in class.
“Yes, it does,” she said, moving into his arms. It seemed they were reaching for each other nonstop when they had time.
Going to dinner was fine, but she’d cooked for him the past two times here. Not that she didn’t want people to see them together but needed no witnesses to get her hands on his body.
His mouth went to hers like it always did. Her hands slid into his hair that needed to be trimmed, but she found it sexy in a rumpled kind of way.
Her mouth opened, his tongue slid in and her hips bucked up against him in his jeans.
She felt how turned on he was pressing against her waist as she had before. Yet he hadn’t pushed or pressured her once.
She had a feeling it wasn’t his way, and though she could appreciate it, it meant it was for her to take that step.
Which she had no problem doing and was going to do it right now.
Her hands dropped from his hips, her fingers reaching for him. “Come to my room with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than sure,” she said. “I’ve waited long enough. It’s as if Seth and Ava knew without saying a word and I’m not going to thank them or acknowledge it.”
“They’ve been in our shoes,” he said.
Which said everything she needed to know about Carter. He understood.
“They have,” she said.
She pulled him through the living room and to her room off the kitchen. He hadn’t been in here before but knew he could see the little hallway that went to her room with the bathroom across from it.
She moved over to the nightstand by her bed and pulled out a box of condoms. She was making sure she was prepared for this night in case he wasn’t.
He only grinned at her while she moved back and put her hands on his face. “I’m not pushing you if you aren’t ready, am I?”
He yanked her against his body hard, his mouth crushing hers. Then he lifted his head. “Does that look as if I’m not ready?”
“Not at all,” she said.
Her hands went to the bottom of his shirt, lifted it up and over his head. Then she stopped and stared.
“Is there a problem?”
“Oh my,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
She knew he was strong and worked with his hands, but she didn’t expect the number of muscles on his chest. His trim waist either.
There were no gym muscles on him. No six-pack abs.
But there wasn’t any fat either.
She hadn’t been with a lot of men in her life, but most of them had a little fat somewhere. Their bodies were made from exercise equipment and not physical labor.
