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frightened her. She was barely aware of her own sinuous movements, flesh erotically sliding against flesh, the twist and curve of her body as she accommodated his, the sleek motion in which scent and movement, heat and pressure, combined, and it seemed that the world revolved upon the rise of her need and the climax he promised.
She let out a soft cry as the first little ripple of pure pleasure seared through her, a shot that catapulted, and continued, a slow tease that radiated. He rose above her, and in a corner of her mind she was ever so slightly afraid. Afraid because she had found the perfect fit, a man who thrilled and excited her, who captured her soul with the sound of his voice, his merest touch, the way he moved, in bed and out. A fear that he wasn’t real, that this total consumption of body and soul would never come again.
Then he was in her and around her. She was striving, twisting, turning, hungry to become a part of his very being. Each thrust took her higher on a wave of eroticism, and the feel of his flesh, burning and powerful, beneath her hands, was almost more than she could bear.
Then there was the moment of ultimate climax, darkness shattered, a brilliant burst of light that shot violently into her mind, a feeling of sheer ecstasy so high and complete, that it shattered into a million pieces of crystal. There was one last powerful surge of his body, and then the collapse against her that signaled the volatility of his own climax, followed by the feel of his arms around her, the return of the shadows, the slowing thunder of her heart and a feeling of incredible completion.
His fingers, moving through her hair…
His arms, wrapped around her…
His words, soft and teasing. “Where have you been all my life?”
She moved against him. “Here. Right here.” She tried to tell herself that no matter what had transpired between them, she barely knew him. Her feelings were insane. She didn’t just want him, she was fascinated by him. Sex was incredible, but sex was not enough. She wanted to get beneath his skin, into his soul, know what made him tick, see his smile, feel wrapped in his laughter….
She’d never been this foolish in her life, falling in love so quickly, so completely, forgetting all too easily that she needed to be wary….
But wariness eluded her. Only one question formed in her mind but went unspoken.
Where will you be the rest of my life?
11
BETH WOKE WITH A START. Alone. She ran a hand over the side of the bed where he had been, feeling a sense of loss. He had said he couldn’t stay late.
And yet…
Alone, with the morning light flooding in and washing away the shadows, she wondered why.
A meeting with the guys?
After a while, she rose, remembering that she needed to run by the club to pick up her design for the flyer so she could drop it off at the print shop to be made into a poster, then head down to Nick’s to meet Ashley.
The thought of meeting Ashley jolted her into faster action. Now, more than ever, she was burning to know why Brad and Sandy were wanted for questioning.
If Brad and Sandy had stolen the Retired!, and if she had really seen a skull on the island, it seemed likely that the pair must have murdered the Monocos. The thought was chilling.
And had they also been the ones who attacked the couple in Virginia?
When she had showered and dressed, she hurried downstairs.
He had left coffee brewing for her.
Interesting. He was a man who took off at the first light of day, but he left brewed coffee.
She drank a cup, still reflecting on his arrival and Ashley’s phone call, then hurried out.
It took only a few minutes to drive to the club. She waved to the guard, parked, then ran up to her office and printed off the design she wanted.
She started down the stairs, ready to head out, when she paused, catching a glimpse of someone she shouldn’t have.
Or, at least, someone she wouldn’t have expected to see.
Not where he was. And with whom.
She didn’t go into the dining room. She didn’t need to. She could see just fine from where she was.
It was set for breakfast. In the morning, the restaurant manager used the colors of the flag—red, white and blue—and napkin holders in the shape of a captain’s hat. Seated at the table nearest one of the paned doors—open that morning, in honor of the beautiful weather—was Amanda Mason. She wasn’t there with her father, or either of her cousins.
Breakfast that morning was a buffet.
So was Amanda.
Keith Henson had apparently come for the buffet, too, though which buffet, Beth couldn’t be quite certain. To his credit, he had food in front of him.
He just didn’t seem to be eating it. Amanda was talking animatedly. Keith was listening. He was smiling; she was laughing.
There was a dress code in the dining room: shoes and shirts, cover-ups for all bathing attire.
Amanda had followed the code, but just barely.
She seemed to be spilling from the bathing top she wore. Literally. True, she had on a cover-up, but it was sheer gauze.
Belinda, one of the breakfast servers, paused next to Beth.
“You should see the bottom.”
“What?”
“Amanda Mason. Her bathing suit. You should see the bottom. Or lack thereof.”
“A string?” Beth inquired, surprised. They frowned on such things at the club. This was a family place.
“A two-string. A one-inch square piece of fabric in front and another in back. The strings are on each side. Want coffee? Are you having breakfast?”
“Thanks, but I’m out of here,” she said, flashing Belinda a forced smile. “I have plans.”
“That’s right, it’s Saturday. You’re off. I guess we’re all used to you working so much overtime.”
Beth shrugged. “It’s not always work. When Ben and Amber are here, I’m just hanging with the family.”
Suddenly, she realized that Keith had turned, that he’d seen her. Was watching her.
But he remained with Amanda.
“Well, have a good day off,” Belinda said.
“What?”
“Have a good day off.”
“Oh, yes. Thanks.”
She hurried back out to her car, her head reeling. Once she was behind the wheel, she couldn’t quite put the car in to Drive. She just stared out through her windshield.
What the hell was he doing? He hadn’t just run into Amanda. He had said last night that he had plans in the morning. Amanda had been his plan? Then why come to her house?
She gritted her teeth. Maybe she was just mistaken about chemistry and some ridiculous inner sense of honor and decency. She didn’t really know him. It wasn’t as if he’d gone out of his way to seduce her. She couldn’t actually blame him for anything. She had wanted him.
Angry with herself, she started to drive.
Her radio was tuned in to one of the local stations. The hosts were doing a segment called “Dial a Date.” One DJ was telling callers to check out the “hotness” of their female guest on the Internet. Then one of the men dialing in asked her about her sexual experience. The guest purred that she knew what she was doing, and yes, if the guy was right—and the dinner good—she definitely slept with a man on the first date.
Beth was pretty sure