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“What are you smiling at?” I asked, unable to stop myself from grinning back at him.
    “I love that you’re walking around naked,” he said. “I could watch you walk around naked all day.”
    “We probably wouldn’t get much accomplished if I walked around naked all day,” I pointed out.
    “We’d do nothing but have sex,” he agreed.
    Just the thought of an all-day sex marathon with Austin made me quiver. Shaking my head, I stepped into the bathroom, grateful for a moment to compose myself. After I dressed, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and crazy hair were just another reminder of the last hour I’d spent in Austin’s arms, and a tremor ran through me as the flush on my cheeks spread down my neck. Easy, Lexi. You can do this. This is no big deal. I ran a brush through my hair, pulling it into a ponytail, and swiped on some tinted lip balm. When I emerged, I found Austin sitting on the couch in mesh shorts and a pullover hoodie. Rocco was sitting next to him but came running to my side as I moved toward them.
    Austin rose and held out a zip-up hoodie. “You’ll need this.”
    “Thanks,” I said, slipping it on and zipping up. It was enormous, completely covering the boxers I wore, but it was cozy warm and smelled just like Austin. There was no way I was giving this back. He reached to tug the hood over my head and pulled me toward him, locking his arms around my hips to hug me close.
    “You look great,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss me. I sighed, skimming my hands up his chest and around his neck, rising onto my toes to press my lips against his. Soft and slow began to shift into slow and sensual, and he pulled away before things got too heated. “Fuck, Lexi, I can’t kiss you without wanting to push you down on the floor and touch you,” he lamented.
    “You can push me down on the floor when we get back. I want my feet in the ocean first.” I gave him a quick peck and headed for the sliding glass door. His reflection showed him following me, letting Rocco slip out with us. As the three of us made our way to the water’s edge, he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. I glanced over at him and he smiled, looking very content. This doesn’t mean anything, I thought. This is just sex! I’d have to keep reminding myself of that fact. My heart didn’t need to be doing any more melting; I needed it solid when I left here.
    Artic cold sea water rushed over my feet when we reached the shoreline. I yelped, squeezing his hand in surprise. “Oh my God, how do you surf in this? It’s freezing!”
    “You get used to it. And sometimes you have to wear a wetsuit,” he said, leading me away from the water as he tried not to laugh at me.
    “Yeesh. Scratch surfing off my bucket list.”
    “What else is on that list?” he asked.
    “Let’s see… sky diving, go to Europe, learn to cook, and run a marathon.”
    “Awesome. I’ve always wanted to go sky diving, too.” He told me about a friend of his who’d been, how he’d said it was the biggest rush of his life. Deviating around a giant hole someone had dug in the sand, he told me what was on his bucket list. Our conversation flowed seamlessly from one topic to the next as we strolled along, hand in hand. Rocco ran over to sniff two abandoned beach chairs, one tipped over with some beer cans scattered around. I wondered if the owners of the chairs were passed out in their beds right now, oblivious to their loss.
    We talked about the craziest things we’d ever done, he’d driven around a race track at high speeds, and I’d been bungee jumping. Sometimes we just walked in comfortable silence. The ocean provided the soundtrack, and everything felt perfect. After a half hour, we wordlessly turned and headed back to his place.
    When we reached the house, he led me straight to his bedroom. Our chemistry was sizzling, almost tangible in the air between us. Gazing into my eyes, he slowly unzipped my