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could take care of herself.
    “Maybe I was just trying to return the favor and rescue you .” He wanted to trail a finger down the side of her neck, where her pulse flickered with frenetic urgency. “I didn’t have a chance to properly thank you.”
    She ignored that. “How did you find me?”
    “It’s not that difficult, the whole town is what, a mile long?”
    He’d like to think she was leaning in closer because she found him irresistible but the truth was pretty obvious. She didn’t want her mother to hear what they were talking about. Great. He was the only one affected by this incredible pull of attraction.
    Subtly he inhaled her scent...which had changed in the last minute. A more heated, intense aroma now perfumed the air, as if their pheromones were mixing and blending while they stood together. The scent was enticing and enervating and wrapped around his senses like he wanted to wrap around her. Maybe he wasn’t the only one affected.
    She licked her lips, her pink tongue swirling before disappearing inside her mouth. “Consider me thanked.”
    “Why were you on the beach in the middle of the night?”
    “None of your damn business.”
    But he wanted it to be. Somehow she’d shifted even closer, the threads of her sweater brushed against his bare arm, her mouth mere inches from his. She was so far inside his personal space, half a step and their bodies would be touching. And he was pretty sure she was unaware of their proximity.
    “What do you want from me?” she asked.
    What did he want? One taste. One taste of her mouth. One taste of paradise. He knew with certainty that it would be the most incredible kiss of his life.
    Jesus, she was bewitching him. Like the magnetic pull of the moon to the tide, he couldn’t seem to resist her.
    “One.” He leaned in closer, tilted his head, careful to give her time to move away. This was such a monumentally bad idea. On a completely un-scientific scale of one to ten this was a negative eleven thousand.
    “One what?” Her breath was minty, as her lashes fluttered downward before she glanced back up at him.
    “This.” He lowered his mouth to hers, brushed against the softness of her lips with tender, deliberate slowness, and let his eyes drift closed, so he could experience the sensations of their kiss.
    Her lips were warm, flavored with a subtle honey, and he wanted to lap her up, and draw every bit of her essence into him. Make her part of him.
    His hands slid up the tactile warmth of her sweater, stopping at her elbows, resting there even as her strong fingers traced up the corded tendons of his forearms. Every single hair on his body stood at attention, his nerve endings tingled from the pads of her fingers trailing up his arms, until she stopped at his fiercely tensed biceps.
    He leaned back against the entryway doorframe, tugging her gently against his body, and as she softened against him, he cupped her jaw in his hands and sipped at her lips. He wanted to go deeper, wanted to move harder, but the purity and intensity of this first kiss was so amazing, he didn’t want to ruin the moment, so he played with her mouth, exploring her lips but not delving past the entrance to her hot, wet heat.
    “Sunny?” A voice broke through his intense concentration, way too close to where they were entwined.
    Sunshine broke away from him and whirled around. He noted the wide panic in her gray eyes and guessed she hadn’t gotten caught making out before.
    “Introduce me to your friend,” her mother said firmly.
    Sunshine whipped her head back around to stare at him in mute horror as the reality that she’d kissed a stranger blossomed in her gaze.
    Because he realized...she didn’t know his name.

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    Oh. My. Goddess.
    What had I just done? I didn’t even know his name! Thirteen years of caution blown away in a single moment. I could have jeopardized my mother and myself and everything we’d sweated blood and sacrificed for by...by....
    “Zeke Thorn.”