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his back to his waist. Had his back always been this cut? His
muscles rippled and flowed beneath her stroking fingertips. His tanned, satiny
skin glistened like heated caramel.
    Delicious.
    Mia hmmmm'd with
pleasure, then caught herself and cleared her throat instead, as though warding
off a cough.
    At her side, Allison tipped her enormous sunglasses down her
nose to give Mia a very strange look, her mouth quirked in amusement.
    "What?" Mia asked.
    Allison shrugged, noncommittal, and replaced the shades,
dropping her gaze back to the paperback best-seller in her lap—an erotic
romance Allison had read at least five times.
    Mia returned her concentration to Derrick's torso, running
her hands over the backs of his arms and up to massage his shoulders. Then the
sides and back of his neck, kneading the tight knots she found there. His head
dropped forward on a groan of contentment, so she continued, hoping it would
help loosen his sore muscles.
    She worked her way down his spine, hesitating only a moment
when her hands reached below his waist. His trunks had pulled down slightly
from sitting, exposing a swath of pale skin.
    Spreading her fingers wide, she stroked them along that
firm, pale band and out to his sides. Glided them up, under his arms and around
to his chest, her mind caught in the lovely web of sensations spun by his skin
beneath her fingers.
    He was so taut, so smooth, his abs so delightfully tight.
The slide of his skin hummed like a craving in her blood. She wanted to touch,
and touch, and touch. His body, sitting so close to hers, caught between her
thighs, pumped heat like a generator.
    Her own skin went over-warm, tingly and electrified, and she
felt short of breath, as though she'd been running in the surf. The muscles in
her thighs trembled, so she shifted to lay them against Derrick's sides for
support, trapping him more firmly between her legs. He shifted his hips
backward, bringing his buttocks tantalizingly close to the heat of her desire.
    Hardly aware of what she was doing, she rubbed her calves
gently against him, urging him closer still, while her busy hands smoothed and
stroked their way across his lightly furred chest.
    She wanted, needed ,
that contact, needed his hard, firm body pressed tightly against her center.
Needed it like she needed her next breath.
    Mia closed her eyes and leaned forward those last critical
inches, pressing her pelvis against his buttocks and her breasts against his
back. Then yelped in shock as the contact with her aching core and rigid
nipples finally snapped her out of her sensual fog.
    Her hands jerked, accidentally catching a puckered male
nipple with her fingernail. Derrick jolted and caught his breath as goose bumps
prickled across his skin.
    Snatching her hands away, Mia flushed with heat.
    "I'm so sorry, did that hurt?" Scrambling
backward, mentally calling herself every version of idiot she could name, she
cringed inwardly. What the hell had come
over her? Why hadn't anyone warned her rebounding could take such a drastic
turn? She'd never had this problem after any of her other breakups.
    "No," he said, but his voice sounded hoarse,
raspy, nothing like his usual deep-velvet tone.
    Mortified, Mia scooted back even more, dropping the
sunscreen bottle beside him without a word. She clambered awkwardly to her feet
and brushed her hands down her sides, shaking, a mass of confusion. Which way
to turn? Which way to go? But her legs, water weak, wouldn't obey her command
to move. She trembled in place, waiting for the raging blush to fade from her
skin, for the tingling in her fingers to cease. To regain the feeling in her
legs so she could move.
    Escape.
    Derrick's head stayed bent, and he seemed to be breathing
hard, his back heaving like he'd run a race. Had she hurt him? Allison stared
at her silently, hands paused in mid-stroke on her calf, lips pursed.
    "I-I think I'll head in for a swim now," Mia
managed, and bolted toward the water on legs that wanted to