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together.”
    “Ouch.”
    He parked behind her cabin. “Exactly. So what my
father was trying to tell you is that I’m no good for you and you
should run while you can.”
    “There’s nothing to run from. I’m on vacation. We’ll
probably never see each other again, anyway.” She spouted the lies.
There was plenty to run from. This, whatever, it was that she
couldn’t name. She could barely contain it.
    “I’m full of wine and lust. You shouldn’t let that
opportunity pass.” Yes, she felt lust, but there was something
else. Something she wasn’t ready to claim yet.
    He let go of the steering wheel. Voice soft and low,
he said, “Hazel, I’ll hurt you.”
    Deep down, she knew he probably would. “Like I said,
I’m full of wine and lust. There’s nothing to hurt.”
    She started to believe the lies and leaned toward to
him. Brice hesitated and then brought his lips to hers. He laid his
palms on her face and dragged her closer. She sighed and delved her
tongue into his mouth. He tasted of the spices from the antipasto.
His taste, the kiss, overwhelmed her with a need that took her
breath away.
    She sucked a breath in when he sat back, his lids
heavy from desire. “Let me walk you to the door,” he said.
    The bubble of lust burst at his response. “Okay.”
    Hazel kicked off her shoes and slid down to the sand.
The grains, still warm from the day, clung to the bottoms of her
feet. She couldn’t muster up enough frustration. He’d had a trying
day. His mind was probably full of the past like her mind had been
the day before. She wanted Brice on a physical level, but she
wanted more to forget the ghosts.
    She pulled her keys out and unlocked the door, aware
of his nearness. The heat of his body warmed her back. He pressed
closer and she felt the rigid length of his penis. She noticed the
change in the air before he spoke.
    “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, starting to
trail wet tongue kisses down her neck.
    Her hand gripped the doorknob. “We both need it.”
    And wasn’t that what they’d been doing for each other
for the past two weeks? Okay, her brain was muddled by lust and
longing. She was reasoning to herself like a horny teenager, but
then Brice spoke again. “Define need.”
    His teeth sank into the sensitive flesh between her
neck and collarbone. Her eyes might have closed, because she
couldn’t see anymore—but her brain could barely wrap around what he
was doing with his mouth to be sure. His hands grazed the sides of
her breasts before he took them fully in his hands and massaged
them.
    “We should go inside,” Hazel choked out.
    She fumbled around for the door handle and they
lurched inside. Brice steadied them, but his tongue continued to
lavish the skin along her neck.
    “You don’t even know me.” He lifted her shirt and
placed his hands on her bare stomach. The calluses created a
pleasurable contrast when they caressed her abdomen. He took off
the shirt and started to massage her already sensitive breasts.
    Her vision had dimmed again. He was stilling talking
like he wanted to leave. Her brain latched onto a question to keep
from tackling him to the floor. “What’s your favorite color?”
    His hands traveled back down, and she almost
whimpered, thinking he was going to stop touching her. He
unbuttoned her jeans and began to use his teeth.
    “Red,” he finally answered.
    The color of her bra. “See, I know you’re funny.”
    Though she couldn’t bring herself to laugh. The air
in her lungs had become nonexistent. He unclasped her bra, brushing
his palms over her nipples in the process.
    “Um, uh, favorite sport?”
    “Soccer. Still, you don’t know me.”
    He’d worked his way back up to her ear and bit her.
She moaned and her mind blanked for a moment. “We’re on a
first-name basis—that has to count for something.”
    His hand moved to the zipper of her jeans and undid
it. “Yes, red is my very favorite color.”
    She sighed when his fingers dipped