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grabbed on. Locked his arm around her neck in a chokehold.
    She fought instinctual panic, used force to get him off her, the two of them grappling, thrashing.
    If felt like a fight to the death instead of a rescue.
    Heart pounding like violent waves against a cliff, she finally got the boy pulled against her chest, one arm penned to his side.
    His struggles weakened. Her lungs burned. She kicked, aiming toward what she hoped was the surface.
    Something grabbed the back of her tank top. Turned her and forcefully guided her in a different direction.
    She broke the surface of the water. And then Taine did, his expression fierce.
    No time to interpret that , she thought, gulping air.
    The kid gasped, heaved, vomited ocean water and partially digested food.
    “Let me have him,” Taine said.
    Gladly , she thought and handed off the boy.
    The kid retched again. A third time, and a fourth then said in a weak voice, “I’m okay.”
    They swam toward the beach, Taine’s arm around the kid, keeping the boy’s head above water.
    Saffron’s heartbeat steadied. She concentrated on forward momentum though she was hyperaware of the muscled body next to hers, the man who hadn’t been far from her thoughts since the fair.
    When it was shallow enough for the kid to get safely to his mother, Taine released him, rolled in the water as if it were his natural element then stood, wet clothes hugging his body and water lapping at muscled thighs. “Swim away? Or go onto the beach here?”
    Saffron glanced at the mother and son. She didn’t need the accolades or crave the five seconds of social media fame that’d come with having her picture taken and posted online. It was enough that the kid was alive.
    “Swim.”
    They swam in the direction she’d been walking when she’d heard the cry for help. The adrenaline left her system while the water and rhythmic motion recalibrated her and the sky darkened further, orange and purple yielding to deepening dusk.
    Taine matched his strokes to hers. Rolled a few more times with an ease that suggested a lot of time in the water.
    “Show off.”
    His minnow-fast smile sent a sizzling streak of want to her pussy.
    “Are you impressed?”
    His voice hinted that he had other skills he could demonstrate. “Very,” she said, molten desire pooling in her sex, pulsing like a Morse code invitation.
    Take me.
    Take me.
    Take me.
    She followed him out of the water. He stopped on wet sand, grasped her hand and pulled her into his personal space.
    The water came after them, lapped their ankles and feet.
    She’d known—hoped—he’d show up on the beach, but hadn’t imagined it being so spectacular. “Nice save back there.”
    This time his smile was a slow display of white teeth. “Couldn’t let anything happen to you. We have unfinished business.”
    Heat in his voice. Heat in eyes. Heat in his touch.
    They were a match to the heat in her pussy, though she said, “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    He tugged and she was plastered to the front of his body, her pebbled nipples against his chest, his erection against her stomach.
    It was a potent combination. Or more truthfully, Taine was potent.
    His eyes glittered, his chest was a muscled wall, his cock rock hard and she had no will to resist temptation. She rubbed against him, sending pleasure spiking into her breasts and pussy, a pleasure that was heightened by the flare of his nostrils, the parting of his lips.
    “You’re playing with fire,” he said.
    “So you say.”
    His growl was a primal stroke between her legs, swelling her further, adding arousal to the ocean water soaking her panties.
    His mouth slammed down onto hers. He thrust his tongue through lips parted on a moan, stroked, each rub and press sending sensation shivering downward to burn between her legs.
    Definitely potent. He was like hundred-proof whiskey, the kind that obliterated the ability to reason though she told herself it’d just been a long time since she’d been with anyone,