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forward, and quietly said, “Do I make you nervous?”
    “Of course you do. You’ve got a way about you.”
    “It’s not me, it’s you. I don’t usually make women nervous, and I have to be honest when I tell you that you make me just as nervous.”
    “Why would I make you nervous?”
    “Because I like you. Fully clothed or naked, I like you -- though I prefer naked.” He smiled, still flirty but so devastatingly genuine Rory almost couldn’t stand it.
    “I don’t want to end up getting jerked around,” she admitted, and went on when he opened his mouth in what she assumed was protest. “We’re both leaving in September anyway. I don’t want to have a complicated summer.”
    “You didn’t want to just say ‘hi.’ You’re here for the same reason I waited for you, and why I sat alone all night. I like you. I got eaten up by bugs tonight waiting out here, because I like you. You like me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come here, so why not just go with it? Sit next to me.”
    Rory said nothing. A giddy feeling swirled in her belly, turning and coiling into an electric ball.
    He held out his hand, and her heart fluttered in her chest.
    I want to so bad.
    And then she did. She set her glass on the railing and reached out.
    Noah’s grip was strong from the start, fingers squeezing around hers and the tension drawing her in. He commanded her with his touch, and Rory followed the unspoken directive onto his lap.
    “Not fair, you said you wanted me to sit next to you,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
    “Did I? I could have sworn I asked you to sit here.”
    Rory’s giggle faded as he slid his hand along her bare back. As he tucked his fingers beneath the knot holding her bikini top together, she was suddenly aware of how undressed she was. Only a thin film of Lycra separated her bare ass from the rough fabric of his cargo shorts.
    She might as well have been completely naked.
    He was suddenly so quiet with her in his arms. His gaze darted over her face, lingering at her mouth, and then he looked in her eyes.
    Waiting for her to make the first move.
    She pressed her hand to his chest. He was so warm through his T-shirt. She wanted it off, but she didn’t dare. Not yet, nor did she make any other move as he swelled beneath her.
    He pressed his hand against her back, a gentle urging. Rory took a quick, fluttering breath as she tilted her head and leaned in.
    His lips were soft and his mouth pliant. It was infuriating. Now that she was there, blood simmering and body humming from his closeness, she wanted a brusque hand and a hard kiss.
    Curling her fist and bunching the fabric, she slipped her other hand to the back of his head. She held him as she deepened the kiss and invited him into her mouth. A tremble went through him as his tongue slipped past her lips. As he responded to her velvet caress, he abandoned her thigh and cupped her face.
    Every part of her body responded to his. She gave in and let him cradle her as he took the momentum, tongue teasing, twisting, exploring. Behind her back, he fingered the knot holding her top together. A shiver ran through her as she felt it loosen, and then he reached up under her hair for the second knot.
    She was moving too fast. She knew it and didn’t care, tipping her head back with a sigh as he mouthed over her cheek and to the slope of her neck.
    The bikini fell to her lap. He lowered his head and she grasped his dark curls, then moaned when he licked around her taut nipple.
    “I can’t sleep with you,” she murmured, unheeded as he used tongue and teeth on her. She couldn’t sleep with him. She committed not to, but she was willing to go further than she should.
    The sound of the ocean against the shore went from a murmur to a faint sigh as the sound of his mouth on her became more prominent. Attentive sucking sounds, each little smack coinciding with the thrill of being nibbled upon.
    A hungry sound vibrated off his tongue and zipped