beneath her palms and she couldn’t help herself. She slid her hands down his body and felt the ripples of his rock-hard abs, sending heat between her thighs.
His hands glided down her naked back to the slim line of her thong. Dane pressed her hips against his. Their bare chests came together, every breath rushed and needy. His mouth found hers again, and Lacy’s hands found the button of his pants, then the zipper. His slacks dropped to the sand, and Dane moaned against her mouth. She stroked his hard shaft through his silky boxers.
He took her breast in his mouth, and she gasped at the heat of his mouth on her chilled skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him harder. His teeth brushed against her nipple, sending her nerves into a heated frenzy. She reached for his boxers, tugging them down as he moved his mouth from her breast to her mouth again, probing her with a force so strong it took on a blaze of its own. They lowered themselves to the sand—missing his jacket altogether.
“Lacy…” he said breathlessly. His eyes were pitch-black as he stared into hers.
Lacy trembled beside him. His hand slid over the crest of her thigh, and Lacy froze when his fingers grazed the scar that covered her upper thigh.
“What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer. She moved his hand to between her legs, and he stroked her there, allowing the thoughts of the scar to fall away. She opened her legs for him, and as he slipped two fingers inside of her, the hot length of him touched her leg. The sand scratched her back and shoulders as she arched against his hand, reminding her of where they were. Lacy had a momentary worry of being caught naked on the beach. She pulled herself from her reverie long enough to look around.
“What is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No.” Why is my voice trembling? “I just don’t want to be caught…you know.”
Even in the darkness she could see Dane’s adorably sexy smile and realized she didn’t really care if they were caught. She was not going to stop what they’d started.
“We’re pretty deep in the dunes.” He kissed her softly. “And we’re far from the building. I don’t think anyone will see us, but I don’t want to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. Want to go back to the hotel?”
Heck no! Lacy reined in her desire long enough to settle her voice. “No. It’s okay.”
Dane wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her into another deep kiss, then licked her lower lip as they separated.
“Still nervous?” His voice was warm and comforting.
“A little,” she admitted.
“Lie back,” he said, gently guiding her down to her back. He lay beside her, and they stared up at the stars. In the darkness, he reached for her hand.
Lacy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then blew it out slowly. What was wrong with her? Why on earth was she so nervous? She was with the man she’d been dreaming about for months. She wanted him so badly she couldn’t think straight, and there she was, trembling like a scared child. She tried to clear the wanton thoughts from her mind long enough to form coherent ones and weave her way through her nervousness.
“Remember the afternoon we first met?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He leaned on one elbow and traced her ribs with his finger. “My whole life I’d been looking down, down into the water when I’m looking for sharks, down at the computer when I’m researching funding sources, and even down when I’m just going through my daily life. Think about it. How often do you really look up?”
Lacy couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked up at the stars.
“The night we met, I looked into the sky and thought about you, and when we started talking on the phone and texting, I found myself looking for the stars. Even on the rainy nights, I was searching for the stars. And somewhere along the way, I realized that I wasn’t really looking at stars, Lace. I was looking for you. And now I wonder