mouth, sweet tongue. Her fingers fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.
Alex couldn’t think—didn’t want to think. He whispered against her mouth, “What are we doing?”
With an erotic nibble on his lower lip, she uttered, “I have no idea. But it feels so good.”
“Too good.”
His mind went blank once again as she kissed him, deeply, urging him to follow, to play, to plunder. Total madness took him, and his kiss turned ravenous. She angled her head over and over, her hips pressing up, up against the steel in his jeans.
A need for control rapped at his mind. He pulled away, just an inch, his eyes burrowing into hers. Sea-green hunger stared up at him, willed him to close his eyes and take—only take. And when a bleating cry of distress escaped her throat, he silenced her in the only way he knew how.
Around them, the ocean pounded the shore.
Around them, the fog swirled.
With a wildness he was just beginning to understand, she pulled at his T-shirt, fumbled with the button on his jeans. Then before he could think, she rolled them both over until she was straddling his waist, fog lacing her face.
Pulse pounding, Alex eased down her bathing suit top, cupped her full breasts in his palms, rolled the swollen buds between his thumbs and forefingers. A hot gasp rushed out of her, and he felt her quiver over and over against his erection. He knew she was on the brink of release, totally free to take what she wanted.
He tugged at her nipples as she moved her hips against him in a rhythm as timeless as the ocean waves. Beneath them, sand flicked and flew. Alex moved with her, taking her to the edge as against his fingers, those rosy peaks turned crimson.
Suddenly she cried out, a deep aching sound from low in her throat.
Painfully hard, Alex rolled her on her back. He had her suit off, her thighs splayed before the next ocean wave crashed against the beach behind them. Breath heavy, eyes hungry, she wrapped her long, glorious legs around him, then slammed her hips upward.
Alex stared down at her. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she whispered, panting.
Without another word, another thought, Alex rose up and plunged inside of her. He gasped as she stretched around him, wet and hot. “You feel like heaven.”
A moan escaped and the words, “I’m no angel.” She lifted and lowered her hips, moving him in and out of her body with wild, wicked strokes.
Complete madness took him. But he knew the madness couldn’t last long, and that made him sick with anger. He wanted to be lost in this, in her, in this hallucination forever. But his body was weak from years of denial.
Sweat beaded on his brow as he drove into her, burrowing them both deeper into the sand.
She was so tight. So was he.
Her hands were everywhere at once; his back, his buttocks, gripping his shoulders. Until she stiffened, her legs releasing their hold on him and opening wide.
He could feel her climax coming, rumbling through her body like thunder, grasping him with her muscles. The feeling was so sweet he thought he’d lose his mind.
But instead he lost his control.
And as she convulsed around him, tightening, squeezing, Alex gave in, fell over the edge and exploded along with her.
As the heat of Sophia’s body ebbed, so did the fog around them. For one full minute she silently prayed that it would take her with it, up into the sky where it was safe from reality and awkwardness. But as she’d learned early in life, the elements kept their own counsel.
The man beside her shifted, his hot skin grazing her own.
Unbidden, her body stirred in response. She stifled a groan. No, she was no angel. Burying her face in her lover’s neck, she wondered how in the world had she allowed such a thing to happen. Granted, she wasn’t someone who shied away from life—but making love to a total stranger was completely over the top.
And, yet, she wanted more.
More lying naked beside the most achingly handsome man she’d ever seen. More time where loneliness and uncertainty subsided and wonderfulness abounded.
More feeling like a woman, desired and consumed.
Reaching twenty-six years old with one pale love affair to her credit, she’d often fantasized about moments like this. She just never imagined one becoming reality. And now that it had, waking up wasn’t as easy as opening her eyes to the morning sunshine and safety of her nautical bedroom back home in San Diego.
Sophia’s thoughts faded as the man beside her disentangled himself from her grasp and sat up. His jaw was as tight as a lobster trap, his heather-colored eyes filled with dismay as he looked down at her. Her heart lurched and fell, and she felt very naked. Despite his gloriously handsome features, his expression was one of consternation.
But for his own actions or for hers, she wasn’t sure.
With her cheeks turning pinker by the second, she snatched up her bathing suit and hurriedly slipped it on as she tried for a casual tone. “I suppose you won’t believe me if I say that I’ve never done anything like this before?”
His eyes were blank now, no banter, no smile. “I must apologize.”
His husky brogue washed over her, heating her skin once again under her wet suit. “There’s no reason for an apol—”
“Of course there is.” He cursed, drove a hand through his thick, black hair. “You were practically drowning out there—”
“So were you.”
“—and I—”
“And we,” she corrected.
He paused for a moment, his gaze moving over her. “Who are you?”
A fool? she felt an impulse to exclaim. A shameless woman with absolutely no hindsight. A woman so desperate to live a little, she’d lost her mind…for a moment. “Maybe it’s better that we don’t know each other’s names.”
He released a haughty snort. “Impossible.”
“Not really. Don’t ask. Don’t tell.” Just give me five minutes to disappear, she thought dryly.
“I’m afraid that rule doesn’t apply here.”
“Why not?”
He stood up then, slipped on his jeans, all broad shoulders and lean muscle. Lord, the man could’ve been carved in bronze he was so well put together. Wavy black hair licked the back of his neck, razor-sharp features showed off his imperious nature to perfection, and then there were those amethyst eyes—needful, yet proud as a lion.
“Let’s just say I’m old-fashioned,” he said dryly.
“Well,
