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climbed.
    “Fuck, fuck,” he yelled, as he shuddered and fell against her as he came.  His mouth brushed around her neck as he inhaled her and then he kissed her long and hard.
    “Jesus Sarah,” he said.  R eleasing her lips, he gazed into her eyes.  “I am so sorry, I could not stop myself,” he apologised.
    “ Rick,” she replied, as she licked her lips, and ran a finger down his spine. “I did not want you to,” she said, smiling as he held her close for a while. That was the best sex she had ever had, period, and as soon as they had finished, she wanted it all over again.
    S hivering at the coolness of the cave, Rick suggested they got dressed.
    She held her arms across her chest watching him as he gathered his clothes, she smiled at his butt, so sexy, she thought.  She pulled her t-shirt on, and slipped on her shorts, shoving her wet knickers in the pocket.  He held out his hand, and she took it.  They climbed back down into the stream, followed it back out of the cave, and into the warmth of the sun and over to their picnic.
    Taking her towel, she unrolled it and took out her bikini.  She glanced around, there was no one about?  Turning her back to him, she pulled off her wet t-shirt.  Rick’s eyes lingered on her as she put on the bikini top, he could not believe what he had just done.  He felt his cock harden again as she slipped off her shorts, and her firm, buttocks stared at him.  She put on the bottoms, laid out her wet clothes in the sun to dry and then turned to him.
    “Well, what do you think?” she asked, showing off her bright red bikini.
    “Sarah, it would probably be best if you did not know what I was thinking,” he whispered, he was thinking he wanted to fuck her again, right now on the beach.  She was thinking, he thought, perhaps he had made a mistake.
    She knelt down on the rug, she was falling for him, and she knew it, it was the last thing she wanted.
    “It is okay Rick, I am not expecting a romance,” she said, as she lounged backwards onto the blanket and took in the sun.  “I wanted it, just as much as you.”
    “What if I do?” he asked, as he leant on one hand and gazed down at her.  She sat up.
    “You do what?” she asked.
    “What if I do want a romance?”  She swallowed, what the hell was going on?
    His hand lifted to her face and he kissed her.  Sarah trembled at his touch.
    “Rick you do not even know me,” she whispered, as they broke from the kiss.
    “So, you do not know me either, is that not where relationships start?” he asked.  Her eyes darted over his face.  “Sarah, can’t we see what happens?” he asked.  She smiled at him and for a moment, she forgot, for a moment she looked at him differently.
    “I would like that Rick,” she said, and he leaned into her and kissed her.
    He opened the picnic basket and pulled out some sandwiches, fruit, crisps, and a bottle of chilled wine.
    “Where did you get that?” she asked, as she held the glass out expectantly as he poured.
    “From the fridge,” he said, lifting an eyebrow at her.  He knew he was going to have to tell her everything, but he was worried, he did not know how she would take it.
    She took a sip and sighed, she did not know what she was doing.  This morning she had teetered on the edge of the bridge, contemplating suicide and if he had not have come she would have been dead.  Life was so precarious.
    His phone rang.  She jumped startled.
    “Sorry,” he said, delving into his rucksack and pulling it out.  “I have to take this.”  He jumped to his feet and wandered towards the shoreline.
    She watch ed him as he walked away.  She could not believe that she had just had sex with him, the man who had supposedly killed her parents, and her sister; but then her body shuddered at the thought of it, and she wanted to do it again.  Stupid, she muttered to herself, putting on her sunglasses and lying back on the blanket.
    “Mark, what news?” he asked.
    “We think we