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got up from the bench and walked the short distance to the hotel at a brisk pace, anxious to be with him.
    Carrying a rolled-up tarp, he came out the main door as she ran up the front steps.
    “Whoa, Princess,” he said, amused as he dropped the tarp and reached for her. “What’s your hurry?”
    Laura threw her whole self into the hug she gave him. “I wanted to see you.”
    Caught off-balance, he steadied them and returned the hug. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
    She took his hand and held it to her belly. “Feel this.” As his palm heated her skin through the thin cotton top, she barely took a breath, hoping the baby was still awake.
    “Oh, wow,” he said when a little hand or foot thumped his hand. “Oh my God. That’s amazing! Is that the first time you’ve felt him move?”
    She nodded. “How do you know it’s a him?” she asked with a teasing smile.
    He flashed a sheepish grin. “Just a guess.”
    “I didn’t say thank you,” she said, breathless from the quick walk as much as the thrill of sharing her baby’s first movements with him. Her heart was doing that pitter-patter thing it did whenever he was near.
    His brows knitted with confusion. “For what?”
    She looked up at him, meeting his steady gaze. “For staying. You stayed, Owen. Because of me. And I didn’t say thank you. Thank you for staying.”
    He looked down at her for a long, charged moment before he dipped his head and kissed her.
    Laura couldn’t seem to care that they were probably starting a five-alarm Gansett scandal, as her Uncle Mac liked to say, by kissing on the front porch of the Surf in broad daylight. She linked her arms around his neck and combed her fingers through his shaggy blond hair. The kiss was soft and sweet and hot and tempting all at the same time. Weeks of restrained desire poured forth from both of them into a kiss that nearly blew the top of her head off.  
    “Wow,” she whispered when they finally came up for air. “Where have you been hiding that ?”
    “It’s been there all along, waiting until you were ready for it.”
    “I’m ready for it. I’m ready for you and for us.”
    “That must’ve been some breakfast with your aunt.”
    Laura tossed her head back and laughed.
    He took advantage of the opportunity to rain kisses upon her neck and throat, turning her laughter into a moan.  
    “Owen.”
    “What, honey?”
    “I want to… I want you.”
    His fingers tightened on her hips. “I want you, too. More than you could ever possibly know.”
    “Why do I hear a ‘but’ in there?”
    Owen took her hand and guided her inside, away from the prying eyes of the town. He closed the door and turned to her, caging her in with his big body. While that same move from another man might be intimidating, being surrounded by Owen always made her feel safe. He ran his hands from her shoulders down to her hands. Gripping them, he raised them over her head and went in for the kill again, rendering her helpless against the full-body kiss. It went on for what felt like forever. Every time she thought he might he finished, he started all over again, destroying her with soft lips, an insistent tongue and the hard press of his big body against hers.
    Only when the need for air trumped the need for deep kisses did he tear his lips free and turn his attention to her neck.  
    “I think,” she said, tipping her head to give him better access, “that at least once in a lifetime, every girl should be pressed up against a wall and kissed stupid by a sexy man.”
    His chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You liked that, huh?”
    She nodded, unable to take her eyes off him as she drank in every detail, appreciating him even more than she already had after hearing Jenny’s story. How very lucky they were to have this moment in time together, however long it lasted.
    “Did I kiss you stupid?”  
    “That you did.”
    “I like you smart, not stupid.”
    She wriggled her hands free from his grip