“There are things you don’t know about me,” Clara
whispered.
Gray raised an eyebrow. “Are
you an axe murderer?”
“What?” Startled, she stopped walking. “No, of course
not.”
“Did you embezzle millions from your employer?”
Clara laughed. “I’ve
never worked for anyone who had millions to embezzle.”
“Do you rip off the mattress labels when you’re not supposed
to?”
She grinned at him. “No.”
“Then nothing about you is worth not letting me get to know you
better.”
“This is.” She needed to tell him why she was at his resort.
He put his finger against her mouth.
“Shhh. See that moon? It’s
a Blue Moon—the second full moon of the month. It’s magical, and that means tonight is magical as well.”
He cocked his head at her. “You don’t want to waste all that magic
telling me things about you that don’t matter, do you?”
“What does matter, then?” Her voice was breathless.
He stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. “This.”
His head lowered and he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped in and teased as it parried with hers. His
hands explored the hollows of her back, cupping her buttocks and holding her against his growing erection.
Clara slipped her arms around his waist and moaned.
It had been too long since she’d been held like this…kissed
liked this. She felt cherished and desired.
Needed and wanted.
She molded to the contours of his hard body. He groaned, tightening
his arms around her and broke the kiss. He dropped his head into the hollow of her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
“Christ, what you do to me, Clara,” he whispered, lifting
his head and resting his cheek on her temple.
She laid her head on his chest, listening to the rapid thumping of his
heart and his ragged breathing. She felt none too steady herself and feared if
he released her she’d crumple to the sand in an ungainly puddle.
He pulled away from her, lifting her chin until he stared at her with
dark, desire-filled eyes. He searched her face, as if looking for an answer there.
“Clara, what am I going to do with you?”
Take me to bed? Make wild, passionate
love to me? She remained silent.
Gray groaned. His mouth hungrily covered hers. Heat, lust, need spiraled
through her. She grasped his shoulders and forgot why she shouldn’t be
doing this. His lips seared a path across her cheek and down her neck. He nibbled her earlobe. His hands roamed her body—waist,
buttocks, back. He cupped a breast through her cotton dress, teasing the nipple
with his thumb.
“Clara.” He reclaimed her mouth, devouring its softness.
He pulled her down onto the sand as he continued the sensual kiss.
