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explanation. But on this beautiful tropical island with this handsome, desirable, sexy man, under the moon and the stars…there were no words.
    â€œThen I’m not losing it,” he said.
    â€œIf you are, then so am I.”
    Brice drew in a long breath of relief and pulled her tight against him. He kissed the top of her head. “I probably should get you back to your room before I do something really crazy and strip you out of that sexy outfit right here on the beach.” He took her hand and they walked back toward the hotel.
    Naomi’s heart pounded and her spirit smiled.

Chapter 4
    N aomi felt like a small earthquake was going off inside of her by the time they reached the front door to her room. What happens next? Should she ask him in? Would that be too aggressive? A little late to be thinking of being aggressive. Her mind ran in circles.
    â€œSo…” he said on a long breath. He stood in front of her with her back to the door. “See you in the morning?”
    â€œSure. Yes.”
    â€œHow about breakfast down on the beach?”
    She smiled. “Sounds great.”
    â€œAnd what if I knock on your door at say, seven?”
    â€œI’ll be ready.”
    He stepped an inch closer. “And what if I knocked on your door…before then?”
    Oh God, what was he saying? “Umm…”
    He lifted her chin and smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t put you on the spot. But I do want to make it clear that if I had my way, I’d be on the other side of your door making love to you.”
    Her insides jumped up the Richter scale. She couldn’t breathe. She tried to speak, but no words came out. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. “See you in the morning.”
    â€œO-kay.”
    He turned and walked down the hall to the elevator.
    Naomi’s knees wobbled so badly she could barely stand up. It took her several tries before she could get her key card to slide through the slot and open the door.
    Once on the other side of safety, she all but collapsed onto the first available club chair. Her pulse raced, her chest was damp and her clit was throbbing like a tiny heartbeat.
    â€œOh, lawd. What have I gotten myself into?” She took several deep breaths, then checked her watch. It was nearly two a.m. Alexis might still be up. She dug in her purse for her cell phone and tapped in Alexis’s number.
    She listened to the phone ring on the other end until Alexis’s voice mail came on. Naomi babbled outa message and disconnected the phone. She pushed up from the chair, went to the bathroom and began getting undressed.
    The evening with Brice played over and over in her mind while she stood under the pulse of the shower, as she ran the soapy loofah over her body. The water washed away the suds but not the heat that sat in her center and spread down the inside of her thighs. She relived his smile, his laughter, his scent, the feel of his hands around her waist, his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to take over and flow through her veins.
    She imagined that the pulsing water was Brice’s fingertips playing a concerto along the surface of her skin. Her eyelids fluttered. A soft moan slipped through her lips.
    In the distance she heard knocking. She blinked, turned off the water and listened. There it was again. Her heart thumped. Brice? Did he really come back? She grabbed the thick robe from the hook on the door slipped it on and tugged the belt. She darted for the door then stopped a split second before pulling it open. She took a calming breath. “Yes?”
    â€œRoom service, ma’am,” came the clearly Bahamian accent.
    Whatever wild imaginings she may have had about Brice being on the other side of her door sputtered away like a pin-pricked balloon. She opened the door. Her eyes widened.
    â€œWhere would you like these, ma’am?”
    The young man carried in a vase filled with