selfish asshole.
“You actually fell into the water that day on purpose,” Hannah said. “To show me it wasn’t scary. Then you climbed back on board and held my hand.”
He nodded and slid his hand into her hair to tip her face up to his. “Yeah, but that’s not all I was thinking about back then.”
“No? What else were you thinking about?”
He smiled and lifted her up against him, groaning when she climbed him like a tree. “The same thing I’m thinking about now.”
“Which is?” she asked breathlessly.
“Some things are better suited for show, not tell.”
When she smiled at him, he felt like he’d just won a pot of gold.
Hannah was feeling a little bit like how she’d felt earlier when jumping off the bluffs with James. Adventurous. Exhilarated. But there was more, too. A lot more.
James let her body slide down his with a delicious, electric friction before pinning her to the door in much the same way she’d done to him only moments ago.
“Showing is good,” she whispered.
Their gazes met and held until James lowered his head and kissed her with a hunger that matched her own, until they were practically having sex while still fully dressed, up against the wall.
“James,” she finally gasped, “I can’t stand up anymore.”
He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around him as he headed toward the bed.
“I’ve missed this with you,” she confessed, mouth on his sexy throat.
“Yeah?”
“When you boarded the other day and looked at me, my heart stopped. I couldn’t imagine you ever wanting me again.”
“I never stopped, Hannah. Can’t you feel it?”
She rocked against an impressive erection, and he let out a sexy laugh. “Not just with your body, babe. Inside, in your heart. Feel how much I want you, all of you.”
She stared at him, seeing the truth in his eyes, and it freed her somehow. Wriggling free, she beamed at him. He smiled back, letting out a surprised laugh when she gave him a shove to the bed. He lay back on his elbows, eyes hot as he watched her crawl up his body. “Feeling aggressive?” he asked mildly.
“I’m feeling something.” She tugged his shirt up, and when he took his hands from her to help pull the shirt over his head, she took advantage, leaning in to kiss her way across his yummy chest. As she headed south, he made a rough male noise and stopped her.
“Be sure, Hannah.”
He was looking at her as if she was the most important thing in his entire world. “I am,” she said. “I’ve never been more sure.”
As if that had been what he’d been waiting for, he rolled them, tucking her beneath him, pinning her to the bed.
“Your turn?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah. My turn.” His body was hard and muscular and felt so good against hers. “Pretty,” he said of her sundress, and nudged the spaghetti straps down her elbows, baring her to the waist. He smiled at her breasts. “Even prettier.”
She was busy trying to get his shorts off, but his clever hands were working on driving her crazy, and it was a short drive. Then he completely derailed her when he went on a southbound tour of her body. With his mouth.
“Mmm,” he murmured, pushing the skirt of her dress up. “Hold that for me.”
She mindlessly grabbed the material, and then in the next breath gasped, her head thrown back on his pillow as he slid off her panties, kissed her ankle just above the anklet he’d put on her, and then proceeded north to have his merry way with her.
She was still trying to find her way back to her own body when he lifted his head, bracing himself on his forearms above her. Reaching up, she entangled her hands in his hair and tugged him to her.
With a rough groan, he kissed her wildly until she was once again on the very edge, and then he produced a condom—thank god one of them was thinking—and finally slid home.
Breathless, heart pounding, she gazed up at him to find him staring right back at her, clearly just as moved. She drew a shaky breath. “I don’t get how you do this to me.”
“It’s you, Hannah.” His voice was husky. “It’s all you. You’re amazing. And you make me feel . . .”
“What?” She was struggling now for words, but she wanted to know. Needed to know. “I make you feel . . . what?”
“Everything,” he said roughly, a warm hand caressing one side of