Sunset in Central Park (From Manhattan with Love #2) - Sarah Morgan Page 0,75

cove.

The sounds of the Ocean Club were drowned out by the sound of sea on sand, and he paused by the entrance to the cave and pulled off Frankie’s shoes.

Only then did he lower her feet onto the sand.

Unbalanced, she grabbed the front of his shirt. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“No talking. Me Tarzan, you Jane. Get inside the cave.”

“Tarzan lived in a jungle. What if someone else is in here?” She peered into the darkness.

“There isn’t. They banned sex in here a few years ago after the lifeboat crew had to rescue a couple of naked teenagers who lost track of time and almost drowned. There was a town meeting where they tried to decide what to put on the sign. ‘No sex, high risk of drowning’ was voted out in favor of ‘No nighttime bathing.’”

“So we’re not supposed to be here?”

“We’re breaking every rule in the book. How does that feel?”

“Surprisingly good.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve spent my life trying to live down my family’s reputation but tonight I intend to live up to it.”

He smiled, loving this new side of her. “Who are you and what have you done with Frankie?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell, no.” He scooped her into his arms again and carried her deep into the cave, holding his phone out for light. “Which do you prefer? Grainy sand or sharp rocks?” His voice echoed and rocks glimmered and gleamed in the dim light.

“You make it sound so erotic.” But there was a tremor in her voice, and her breath was warm on his neck. “Matt—” she sounded breathless “—what if we lose track and drown?”

“I’m a great swimmer.” He lowered her until her feet touched the sand. Then he drew her top over her head and pushed it into his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to risk the tide washing it away and having to explain to the locals why Frankie Cole is walking along Main Street topless.”

“If I’m taking my shirt off, so are you.” She tugged roughly and buttons flew. “Oops.”

“You’re an animal.” Laughing, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. He felt her fingers fumbling with his zip and moaned as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “Frankie—”

“I’ve never done this before so if I do it wrong, you’ll have to tell me.”

He braced his hand on the rock in front of him, his breath leaving his body in a hiss as she drew him into the soft warmth of her mouth. “Holy shit—”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? Because I heard you moan.”

He dropped his head onto his arm. “It was a good moan.”

“Oh—” She sounded smug. “In that case there are a few other things I’d like to try—”

He was about to ask what other things but then she did something with her tongue that wiped coherent thought from his brain.

He tightened his fingers on the rock, the sharp edges digging into his palm. Sensation rushed toward him like a wave and he swore under his breath and eased away from her.

“What’s wrong?” She sounded breathless and he had to force the words from his mouth.

“Nothing’s wrong.” It was a struggle to speak. “Just give me a minute.”

She rose to her feet and he wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her close, burying his other hand in her hair. He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted her.

Sealing his mouth over hers, he dragged her jeans down over her legs and helped her wriggle out of them. Then he closed his hands over her bottom, feeling warm bare skin under his palms. All that was left between him and her was skimpy, silky underwear that proved no barrier at all.

She gasped against his lips. “Eva bought me that underwear you just ripped.”

“Great choice. I approve.”

She laughed, breathless. “You didn’t even see it.”

“No, but it came off easily and that’s the main thing.”

Her laugh turned to a whimper as he slid his hand between her legs.

“Matt—”

He trailed the tips of his fingers over the silken seam of her flesh and then slid deep. Her fingers dug hard into his hair and her breathing fractured.

“Oh, God—now—please—I don’t want to wait—”

Still kissing her, he fumbled in his pocket for his wallet and she gave a murmur of protest that he smothered with his mouth.

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Oh—”

He could tell from her tone that she’d forgotten about that. He could easily have forgotten, too, if it hadn’t been for