Sand Angel Page 0,16

orange and red color across the western sky. Trent had stalled the sand rail in the middle of a witch’s eye, a bowl-shaped area surrounded by three or more tall sand dunes. They were hidden from everyone’s view, even the regulation flag that jutted eight feet into the air couldn’t be seen over the ridge of sand.

“Why’d you stop?” Zoë asked as warning bells went off inside her head. She should have remained behind the wheel. “Trent, this isn’t safe.” Someone could be on them in a matter of seconds. If they weren’t watching where they were going they’d land right on top of them.

Trent slipped off his helmet and goggles. His black hair was slick with perspiration. He sat quietly for a moment and gazed at her. His eyes darkened with an emotion Zoë didn’t want to face.

Lust.

She didn’t need this. Not now.

“Be with me this weekend.” His voice was deep and gravelly.

Thank God for colored lenses, Zoë thought as she hid behind her goggles. She slipped a smile across her dirt-streaked face. What a mess she must look and Trent was making moves on her.

“Trent, get real.” She reached to give him a playful slap against the chest, but he caught her hand. The Velcro made a scratchy sound as he tore back the grip and slowly peeled her glove off before he pressed her wrist to his lips. All the while, his heated gaze remained steadfast on hers.

Her breath caught on an inhale.

Damn. Trent was sexy, looking up at her through heavy lids. Just shy of six feet, he was solid masculinity all the way. Not to mention, he had a smooth, polished way about him that easily drew women to his side. Like Josh, he knew his way around women. He wasn’t a bad lover. But he wasn’t Drew.

Or maybe that’s what she needed—a diversion. Zoë briefly closed her eyes behind her mask.

No. If she had her choice of men, she would give her soul to be with Drew.

“We were good together,” Trent said, refusing to release her hand.

The truth was that last year Trent had been a substitute for the man she really wanted. “You mean we were good in bed,” she corrected. The lighthearted chuckle she anticipated releasing instead came out tight. Even she heard the unease in her attempt to jest.

Okay. A different approach was needed.

“Now’s not the time, Trent. Get us out of this eye.” There was more to her anxiety than knowing someone could appear at the peak of one of the sand dunes and then be on them in a flash.

Shamelessly, Zoë had held Trent while she fucked Drew in her mind. Each moan and cry of ecstasy had been for Drew. Just the thought of Drew tightened her nipples into pebble-hard peaks beneath her jersey. The memory of his warm, wet mouth on her breast earlier released a flood of desire between her thighs.

God, what she would give to feel his cock easing in and out of her aching pussy.

Trent’s brown eyes darkened more as he reached for her. “Zoë, I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

Zoë tried to pull away, but her seatbelt held her snugly in place. The thought of holding someone else while Drew slept thirty feet away turned her stomach. The idea of him being wrapped in another woman’s arms made every bone in her body ache. She had seen Kari wrapped around his arm. That woman was trouble.

The revving of an engine as a rail topped the crest was the only thing that saved her from the kiss she knew was coming as Trent draped his body over hers.

Startled, he jerked back behind the wheel. “Shit,” he said as the vehicle dodged, barely missing crashing into them. He crammed his helmet on and turned the key, stirring the engine to life.

“Get us the hell out of here,” Zoë yelled as a quad bounded over the dune, once again missing them by a hair. “I want to go back to camp.”

The ride back to camp was done in silence. Trent pulled the sand rail inside the area formed by their trailers, positioning the buggy near his trailer. Theft was high at the Dunes. The closer you slept to your toys, the safer your equipment was.

Zoë climbed out of the vehicle and removed her helmet and goggles. As she moved toward her toy hauler, Trent intercepted her. “Zoë, I mean it. Just think about it.”

She didn’t want to lead him on or give him false hope.