Free Sand Angel by MacKenzie McKade Page B

locked her knees to avoid falling.
    “Sonofabitch.” He released a heavy breath. “I never dreamed it would be this good.”
    So much for her theory regarding fantasies being better than the real thing. Fucking Drew had surpassed what she had remembered or dreamed of these past years.
     
    An engine roared as a Rhino tore over the hill. Their headlights danced up and down. Drew jerked Zoë around and behind his back as the sand car topped the hill. At one point they were bathed in light. His gaze darted around, looking for his shorts, which were nowhere to be found. He cupped his dick as the idiots grew closer.
    “Everything okay here?” a male voice called out. His passenger chuckled.
    Laughter bubbled up behind him. Zoë peeked from around him. “Fine. We’re fine.” She released another stream of laughter.
    Drew shook his head. A sheepish smile crawled across his face. Damn fine predicament, caught holding his balls while the little vixen behind him laughed her ass off. “We’re fine. Thank you.”
    “Fuck, man. We’re sorry.” But somehow Drew didn’t hear the apology in the man’s guffaws.
    “Yeah. Yeah. Just cut the lights or get out of here so we can get dressed.” The moment was awkward. Still, Drew couldn’t believe how good Zoë felt. She robbed him of his senses, made him tremble uncontrollably as she rubbed against his back. Gone was his fear of losing himself in her.
    This was right.
    “Need any help?” the male passenger asked between spurts of tittering.
    Zoë shifted as if she made to step around him. He pushed her back behind him. “Don’t even go there,” Drew warned.
    “I was just going to suggest they help find our clothes.” Her tone was light and playful. “Boys, if you could just shine your lights over here.”
    “Dammit, Zoë.”
    The men in the Rhino released a belly laugh that had Drew chuckling too. Zoë had become quite the little tease. The woman had a set of balls that would rival any man’s.
    “Looks like you have your hands full,” one of them said.
    They had no idea.
    Drew was thankful when they revved their engine and pulled away.
    “I ought to spank you for that,” Drew said as he turned to face Zoë.
    The cutest grin tipped her full lips. It was the first smile he had seen today. “Been there—done that!” she squealed as he reached for her and she dodged his grasp.
    “Smartass. Now let’s find our clothes and get back to camp.” He had every intention of continuing their loving in a more private and convenient place.

Chapter Eight
    For the first time in a long time Zoë Davis felt happy. The night had grown crisp as she snuggled against Drew’s warm back. Her cheek pressed close, inhaling his masculine scent. It made her giddy—she was sixteen again and full of dreams. She couldn’t stop her hands from stroking the firm muscles beneath them, as she held on while he drove the quad back to camp.
    But there was something else about the moment. It was an inner peace she had never experienced. Trent had once told her she wouldn’t allow herself to be happy with any man other than Drew. She had watched Josh enter one relationship after another only to see it crumble and die. Yet Josh didn’t run away. He always bounced back.
    Why hadn’t she?
    Unlike her, Drew drove the quad in a slow, cautious manner, which gave her a lot of time to think.
    Had she pushed everyone away from her these past years? Did she bury herself in her work just to keep her distance, not fall for someone else?
    Drew checked the GPS and confirmed they were headed in the correct direction and continued his pace. Each dune was carefully approached. It was taking a helluva lot longer with him driving than with her, but as long as she could hold him in her arms, she wasn’t complaining.
    From out of nowhere sadness overcame her. The gloomy feeling swept over her like a cloud. This perfect scene would end and then what? She must have loosened her grip, because he clasped his arm and