make time.” With lightning speed, he swept her into his arms. They kissed like crazy, tongue-to-tongue, instantly hungry for the forbidden taste of each other.
He backed her against a nightstand, and she opened his zipper and pushed her hand inside. His eyes went glassy as he pressed into her palm, letting her feel him up.
After a few anxious heartbeats, he went after her, lifting the hem of her soft summer dress and removing her panties. In the next frantic second, he shoved his jeans down and donned the protection.
Carol sat on the edge of the nightstand, and as he thrust into her, she locked her legs around him, pulling him closer.
“I like that you don’t wear underwear,” she told him.
“You should stop wearing it, too.”
She couldn’t fathom it, not in her daily life. “I’m too proper for that.”
He nipped at her chin with his teeth, gently, wildly. “Yes, you should see how proper you look right now, with your dress hiked up around your hips.”
Her bottom was getting sore from the friction of the wood beneath her, but she didn’t care. “I couldn’t find my panties on that first morning-after.” But later she’d uncovered them, on the floor, with Jake’s discarded clothes. Or more precisely, his pants, since that was the only thing he’d been wearing.
He pushed deeper, harder. “I should have kept them as a memento.”
“So I could sew them into the quilt?”
He didn’t stop the driving rhythm, not for an instant. “Patchwork panties. That works for me.”
She still hadn’t decided if she was going to make him a quilt. For now, all that mattered was being with him one more time.
He kissed her again, making the back of her throat hum. With her arms looped around his neck, she dug her nails into his shirt and arched her body toward his, taking as much of him as he was willing give.
Jake gave her everything. Rough and fast. Hot and sexy. Dark flashes of pleasure zinged through her blood. She closed her eyes, wanting this desperate moment to last forever, yet knowing it couldn’t.
He used his fingers, rubbing her, intensifying the sensation. She was spiraling into sexual oblivion, lost in the fury. He ravished her relentlessly, lifting her into a fiery abyss.
Carol came in a burst of heat, in a sea of molten wetness. The air was thick, her breaths choppy.
He emitted a gritty groan, and all she could think was how beautiful he was, how powerfully male. His climax exploded just seconds after hers, expelling energy and lust.
She untangled her legs from around his waist, and he put his forehead against hers. In the aftermath, she clung to the feeling, her heart beating a crazy cadence.
When they separated, she wanted to pull him back into her arms. But she knew that wouldn’t change anything. So she let him go.
While he went into the bathroom to clean up, she made a beeline to her own bathroom, grabbing her panties along the way. This time, she wasn’t going to lose them in the shuffle.
Carol returned with her dress smooth and tidy, her underwear in place. Jake came back with his shirt tucked in and his fly neatly zipped.
Fighting a bout of sadness, she glanced down at her feet. She was wearing sandals decorated with little sparkling gems. The other jewels, the real ones Jake had given her, were packed. She didn’t know if she would ever put them on again.
“Ready?” he asked.
She looked up at him. “To go home and act as if nothing happened?”
He nodded.
She searched his gaze, but all she saw, all she felt, were her own scattered emotions staring back at her. “I think I will make you a quilt, with all of the Caribbean trimmings.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.” She wanted Jake to remember that she’d once been his lover, even years from now, when she was happily married to someone else. “Just so you’ll have it.”
“Thanks. But we better go now.” He took charge of the luggage, his and hers. “Should we ask the caretakers for a ride to the helipad or do you want to walk?”
“We can walk.” It was a paved path, with stairs leading to the raised platform. “But I’d like to go the beach first, to the area where the sandcastle was. Or might still be.” Even if it was in ruins, she wanted to see the remnants.
“Okay.” He agreed to take her there.
They went downstairs, left their suitcases on the front porch and ventured onto the beach. But there was nothing to see. Everything was gone, including their beloved mermaid.
“We’re too late,” he said.
“Did the candles get washed away, too?” she asked, trying not to feel empty inside.
“I think someone removed them. I doubt Lena would have allowed them to pollute the ocean.”
“That’s good.” Carol turned to look at him as a salty breeze skimmed the shore. “It’s so quiet.”
He captured a strand of her billowing hair. “Lena told me at lunch that she really likes you.”
Carol leaned closer. “I like her, too.” She’d gotten to know the pop star a little better. During the course of the weekend, they’d chatted here and there. But mostly Lena just smiled whenever she saw Jake and Carol together, saluting Carol for taking a sexy chance on him.
He released her hair, sliding it through his fingers. “And you were worried about fitting in with my friends.”
“But I misbehaved like them instead?”
“Much to my pleasure.” He kissed her, soft and slow, surrounded by the tropical paradise that helped inspire their affair.
Their last kiss, she thought. Their last moment. She slipped her arms around him, holding him as if it was never going to end. Only, they both knew it was coming to a close.
But still, she deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him for as long as she could.
* * *
A little over a month had passed since the island trip, and now Jake was meeting Garrett for a drink at the LA-area resort Garrett owned. The main building was a grand hotel, with a view of the Pacific Ocean. To the west of it, along the boardwalk, were private condos. Guests could stay at either type of accommodation, depending on their needs.
On this crisp, clear afternoon, a group of people were horseback riding along the shore. Garrett was a horseman who’d built a fancy stable on the property for himself as much as for his guests. In fact, he lived on the premises, near the stables, in a custom-built house on a cliff above the beach.
Jake entered the hotel, his thoughts scattered. He was supposed to be concentrating on a fund-raiser
