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ran his hands over her, learning her, exploring

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    breast and belly and thigh, as she lay sprawled across him like kelp over
    the rocks, warmed by the sun, moving in the tide. She was all open to
    him, naked and open, and he was tucked away, zipped behind stiff denim.

    He spread her with his fingers, pressing down, pushing in. Quick as
    a fish, she twisted to straddle him, balancing on her knees on the narrow
    bench. She reached between their bodies, prepared to wrestle with his
    clothing, to wrest control, to snatch her satisfaction from him. But he was
    prepared for her. His pants gaped open. She felt the rough scrape of fabric
    against her thighs, the cold bite of his zipper, and then the warm thrust of
    his flesh, there, just there. Aah.

    She sank her teeth into her lower lip, closing her eyes to take him in,
    to take it all in, to absorb the sensations inside and out. His thickness
    filled her. The fire was warm against her back. The moon rode high
    above the trees, its call cold and sweet on the air like the notes of a
    trumpet.

    “Open your eyes, Maggie. Look at me.”

    Startled, she obeyed. Caleb was watching her, watching her face, his
    jaw clenched, his gaze penetrating. She was joined to him, connected
    with him. She felt the shock of it like lightning striking the sea.

    He pressed up into her as hard, as far as he could go. She surrounded
    him, rising and falling as if she rode the waves to shore, rocking herself
    against him, everything in her pulling down, flowing down, rushing to the
    place where they were joined. Her nipples tightened. Her womb
    contracted.

    She lost tempo, her movements becoming frantic, erratic. Her head
    dropped to his shoulder. His hands gripped her hips, steadying her,
    moving her to his rhythm.

    Almost there, almost . . .

    His fingers bit into her flesh. “Look at me.”

    But she was lost, liquid, gone, spinning away from him. Everything
    in her tightened and spiraled down. She shuddered, crying out, and felt
    him thrust up to meet her as he released hotly at her center.

    Long moments passed before she drifted back to herself.

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    Perspiration glued their bodies together. His chest rose and fell. Her
    own breath flowed easily, but her heart beat as if she’d just surfaced from
    a long dive.

    “Not twenty minutes, after all.” He laughed softly, a quiet exhalation
    against her throat. “You’re a miracle, Maggie. ”

    Oh, no. Not a miracle. Angels dealt in miracles.

    Selkies dealt in . . . Well, as a general rule, they did not deal in
    miracles. Or humans either. She had not visited him as an angel would, to
    bring tidings or a sign, to help or heal, to comfort or interfere in any way.

    She had come ashore for sex. And now that her craving had been
    satisfied, she would return to the sea.

    She slid her arms from around his neck, feeling him slip from her
    body with an odd sense of loss.

    He grunted as she wriggled from his lap. “Where are you going?”

    “I need . . .” She glanced toward the beach, her mind a blank. What
    could she claim to need? He had warmed her, fed her, serviced her—not
    once, but twice.

    “Right.” He grimaced, stretching his scarred leg in front of him.
    “Don’t go too far. You need a flashlight?”

    “No,” she said truthfully. “I can see well enough.”

    Even in human form, her eyes were better adapted to the dark than
    his.

    Caleb caught at her hand as she turned away. She looked back at
    him, trying and failing to resent his hold on her.

    He smiled. “Hurry back.”

    She did not, could not, answer. But she owed him . . . something.
    Stooping, she kissed him one last time. His lips were dry and steady.
    Sweet.

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    She straightened, her heart drumming in her ears.

    As she picked her way through the trees to the shore, she felt his
    gaze like a touch on her back.

    Caleb watched her go, fighting the urge to call her back. After two
    rounds of vigorous sex, the girl probably needed to powder her nose or
    catch