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proof that he liked what he saw. Then, she wiggled
out of her bottoms and walked into the ocean. Her perfect, heart-shaped ass was
the last thing he saw before she dove into the dark water.
    Holy hell! Was she some island goddess? Was he awake or
dreaming? He struggled out of his shorts and nearly tripped and fell on his face
in his haste to join her. Get a hold of yourself, he
chastised himself as he splashed into the water. This wasn’t his first rodeo
with a gorgeous naked woman, but one would never know it from the fumbling
awkwardness he was displaying.
    The warm water closed over his head and he was grateful for the
split second to compose himself. When he reemerged, she was floating not far
from him, pleased that he’d joined her so readily.
    “If you are trying to have your way with me, you’re off to a
good start,” he warned playfully. He reached for her and she glided just out of
reach. “Where you going?” he asked, grinning. “Because I’ll follow wherever you
go. Now that I’ve seen the goods...you’ll never be rid of me.”
    It was a playful statement but there was a chord of truth that
clanged inside him that gave him a second’s pause. But his libido quickly pushed
away anything that even remotely resembled serious thought.
    She responded with a small giggle. “You’ll have to catch me
first,” she said, and dove under the water.
    * * *
    L ILAH DARTED AWAY FROM Justin, kicking with quick, strong strokes but the New Yorker must’ve put in
some serious time on the swim team because she nearly swallowed a lungful of
water when his arms wrapped around her waist. He’d caught her easily and pulled
her into his chest. Her arms wound automatically around his neck and her legs
around his torso. He swam until his feet could touch the bottom and then they
simply drifted together. Lilah sighed as the tepid water swirled around them
like a liquid blanket of security and warmth, almost drunk with her own
abandon.
    “You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met,” he murmured against
the shell of her ear. She shivered at the spike of arousal that followed. “If I
didn’t know that sirens were mythical, I’d say I’d caught one.”
    “You don’t catch sirens...they catch you,” Lilah said,
tightening her hold around his neck, pressing her breasts against him. She felt
the nudge of his erection prodding at the cleft in her backside and she smiled
against his shoulder. It’d been months since she felt even a flicker of desire,
but here with Justin, every feeling that’d been languishing beneath the weight
of her depression came kicking to life. She was nearly delirious from the
intoxicating wash of desire and recklessness and she wanted to saturate herself
within the feelings of happiness. She didn’t want the night to end if it meant
the light of day would diminish what she was experiencing right now. Propelled
by her newfound abandon, she found his mouth quickly, surprising him with an
ardent and insistent kiss that left nothing to the imagination. She wanted him
desperately—and he felt the same.
    They melted into one another, feeling as one, as their tongues
danced and dueled, and the water caressed them with soft waves against their
naked bodies.
    She clung to him as their kisses turned into a storm of need
and want, buffeting her against the knowledge that what they were doing was
neither responsible nor prudent given her situation but she didn’t care.
    Before she realized it, they were out of the water and tumbling
to the blanket. She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning as her body came alive
beneath Justin’s expert touch. There was no fumbling awkwardness inherent to the
first time with a stranger, but rather a complimentary give-and-take that worked
like a fine-tuned machine. His mouth and tongue delivered sensations that
alternatively seemed foreign and familiar and she gasped with the need for
more.
    His firm, lean muscles strained with delicious precision as he
entered her. She moaned,