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"This is a tricky button," she said, her voice breathless, her fingers brushing his bare stoht touch

He could iainst his erection and he felt nothing like controlled logical Morgan Grady but another ether

God, he wanted her He wanted to touch her, taste her, discover her

He hadn't felt this kind of hunger in years He wanted his palms on her breasts, her nipple in hisflesh tone panties and cup her bottoh, the wars, to make her as hot for him as he was for her

"There, got it," she exclaimed, victorious "Now maybe we can swim"

She stood up and took a step back, her breasts perfectly round The lowed from head to toe Her hair shone, her skin looked luminous, her shape so wonderfully distinct that he felt like a pri a cave, a fire, and his very ooman

He could see her stretched out on a bearskin rug; picture her in a soft leather wrap that barely covered those a breasts He'd peel the loincloth from her pale hips and kiss his way from her ankle bone to the moist silk above

Morgan shook his shirt off and, standing, he unzipped his khakis, stepping out of them Noas Winnie's turn to covertly watch hier; his whole body ached

He saw her gaze drop to his white briefs There was no way he could hide his attraction now

She bit her lower lip, worried it a little and then her gaze lifted, back to his face She looked thrilled and afraid all at the same time "That just leaves the underwear"

Her husky voice just about did him in Did she know the effect she had on him? Did she do this to everyone?

"My turn to go first," he said hoarsely, wondering when and how everything had changed on hiht they'd have a simple relationship, an unco noas far from simple or uncomplicated

He wanted her, desired her, cared for her

He cared for her

Morgan sed Everything was different Everything was changing

As he took off his briefs she slid her own panties off, bending over to step out of one leg and then the other

Morgan groaned She had the eous curve of breast he'd ever seen on a woman In the twenty years he'd been sexually active, he'd never been turned on like this

Morgan dashed across the sand, waded thigh-deep into the water before diving under the surf He swa hard, feet kicking, trying to bunificantly cooler than the fire raging inside his skin

He was in trouble St Jermaine's was far re feel possible Including keeping Winnie

After a moment he swam an easy breaststroke back toward the beach Hewater, hair wet and slicked back, shoulders bare, globes of breast barely visible

"Feels great out here," she said, ar circles beneath the surface "It's warmer than I expected, almost like bath water"

And he could see hi her He could see hi time with her

He floated next to her "I've owned St Jermaine's three and a half years and I've never done this before"

Winnie sank a little lower in the water, her chin disappearing "Why not?"

"I don't know" He swam closer, lashes lowered as he studied her pale face in the ht before"

Her lips curved "And it's right now?"

It was right, he thought At that ht For much of his life he'd felt alone, distinctly cut off, but so about her made sense to hiical, siut response A heart response Instinct

And his instincts were never wrong

The linted off the water, back onto Winnie's oval face, glea shoulders, and pale skin