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squeal and immersed herself up to the
neck. Kes swam around her, waiting for her to acclimate.
    “Ready?” he asked when a smile
chased the grimace of discomfort from her face.
    “I’m a semipro at swimming, Gypsy
boy,” she said. “The question is, are you ready?”
    He laughed. “Let’s find out.”
    He turned out to be a decent
swimmer, even if his front crawl lacked polish and his butterfly had no
technique at all, relying only on the brute strength of his arms. They stayed
in the water for a good hour, racing each other in different styles and taking
lazy backstroke breaks in-between.
    Back on solid ground, Kes swathed
Amanda in one of the towels. Then he picked up the other and began to pat her
hair.
    “Aren’t you cold?” she asked, her
teeth chattering.
    “Nah.”
    “Really? Then these goose bumps on
your arms must be a permanent feature.” She yanked the second towel from his
hands and threw it around his shoulders. “Is it a Gypsy thing?”
    He chuckled. “Maybe I’m a dangerous
mutant.”
    She began to rub his arms and chest
with the towel.
    He stopped patting her hair and
stood still, his black eyes burning into hers.
    “You can still run,” he said.
    She peered at his now - serious face. When exactly had his joke turned into
an invitation?
    I should take his advice and run.
    But she couldn’t. Not when he
looked at her like this, his gaze hungry and full of intent—scorching,
irresistible intent.
    He began to stroke the back of her
head and her neck. His hands slipped under her towel, caressed her shoulders,
and then slid down her back.
    Too good to resist.
    He drew her closer, his arms strong
and snug around her as if to convey she’d missed her chance to back out.
    Amanda set her palms on his chest
and pressed her lips to his collarbone. His skin tasted of seawater. With a
pang of guilt, she realized this magical morning was a violation of every
ONS-related rule in her Guide . She should have returned to her room last
night, but she 'd stayed. To add insult to
injury, she 'd slept in his embrace and taken a
bonding swim with him in the morning.
    Oh, and right now, she was pressing
her lips to his chest, which technically qualified as kissing it.
    Merde.
    “I’d like to change out of my
swimsuit,” she said in a desperate attempt to derail their speeding train from
its destination.
    He let go of her. “Sure.”
    She drew away, giving him her trade mark fake smile.
    He looked around and pointed at
something behind her. “That cabin over there looks like it isn’t locked. Come.”
    Without waiting for her consent, he
shoved their stuff into his sports bag and pulled her toward the beach closets
lining the boardwalk.
    To Amanda’s surprise, one of them
was unlocked. She stepped inside , and he
walked in right after her.
    “I’d like to change, too,” he said
in response to her quizzical look and pulled the door shut behind him.
    She folded her arms across her
chest, expecting him to turn his back to her. But he didn’t. He just stood
there, staring at her, his body too close in the narrow space of the closet.
Amanda’s breathing grew shallow when she noticed his arousal.
    Then she felt her own.
    Oh, what the heck.
    She untied the strings of her
bikini top, letting the skimpy triangles of fabric fall against her tummy.
    He drew in a ragged breath and
stepped closer. With a low growl, he pressed his palms on the wall behind her, imprisoning her between his out stretched
arms.
    For a moment they just stood there,
eyeing each other. As more heat pooled between her legs, Amanda marveled at the
intensity of her lust. She wasn’t used to reacting this way to a man. Even Rob
hadn’t provoked such untamed want in her.
    And Kes . . . She
stared into his eyes, trying to gauge the extent of his desire. The only thing
that came to mind was wild. He burned for her. She could swear she saw tiny
flames lick the inside of his dark irises. Besides, the air in the cabin was
definitely getting