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could gather her body against his, she stepped away.
    Gray eyed her curiously. What did she have up her sleeve now?
    She laughed softy while she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down. White lace panties grabbed his attention. She dipped her fingers down the sides of them, but didn’t continue. The woman knew how to tempt him.
    “Do you need some help with those?” he asked.
    She smiled and shook her head. “Your turn.”
    “Ah. I see what we’re doing now.” He’d be more than happy to play along.
    He tugged his arms out of his shirt and threw it to the sand. Her eyes filled with hunger as she gaped at his bare torso.
    Gray laughed. She did that every time, and he never grew tired of seeing it.
    “No laughing.” She smiled sweetly. “Just strip.”
    “Okay, okay, Miss Bossy.” He began to unbutton his jeans, but remembered he hadn’t put his boxers back on after the last time they’d made love that morning.
    “Don’t stop now.” She kept her eyes on him while she finished peeling down her panties. A small patch of hair arrowed down her mound.
    What better incentive, Gray thought, as he pushed his legs out of his jeans. He wanted her indoors, outdoors, on a bed, on an open beach—it didn’t matter. Just as long as he was inside her.
    Before he could make another move, she knelt down in front of him, wrapping her hand around his erection.
    “Sofia,” he said breathlessly.
    Her pink tongue slipped out between those glossy lips and licked his tip.
    Gray clenched his eyes shut as she took him in her mouth. Warm, soft and wet. She began to suck, letting her tongue have its way with him.
    God, he was going to explode if he didn’t make her stop.
    “Wait,” he said with a rough voice. “Wait, Sofia.”
    She drew back and looked up at him with glazed eyes. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “Nothing at all.” Then he clasped his hands around the back of her neck and crushed her mouth to his.
    She accepted his tongue and tangled hers with it, deeply, seductively. Her fingers crawled up his abdomen to his chest, swirling around his muscles.
    How did she know how and where to touch him?
    How could he make her feel just as good? He reached down her back, unlatched her bra, and pulled the lace from her body. Then he cupped her heavy breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs.
    She moaned into his mouth.
    Oh, he could do better than that. He skimmed his hand down her stomach, over her mound, and felt her moist heat. Her body stilled as he rubbed two fingers over her clit and inserted them inside her. Back out over her sensitive nub and slowly in again.
    “Gray,” she whispered, and dragged her mouth away.
    “Where are you going?” He licked the outside of her well-kissed lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
    “No, you certainly aren’t.” She sank down and sprawled back against the blanket.
    Gray took in the exquisite view. The light from the lamp and the moon cast shadows along the curves of her cream-colored skin. She ran the back of her hand seductively along her stomach to her breast.
    “I’m cold, Gray. Make me warm.” She spread her legs for him, letting him see where he longed to be.
    His mind grew fuzzy as he settled himself on top of her. Her hand guided his hardness inside her. She was wet and ready. Without much thought, he plunged forward into her, slick and snug. He fit perfectly, as if she were made for him.
    He inched out and slid back in, listening as she hummed pleasure into his ear. Small, deep breaths flowed from her as he worked himself into her depths, like the ocean pushing itself onto the shore. Easy, slow, powerful. Crashing into her, becoming one and then pulling back, over and over.
    Their skin grew damp as their bodies slid together in smooth, rhythmic motion. Gray enjoyed the feel of her breasts against his chest, the feel of her fingernails pressing into his backside as he drove into her.
    When he reached her innermost