Free Summer Temptation (Hot in the Hamptons Book 2) by Wendy S. Marcus Page B

shoes off, hand in hand.
    “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” I noted as a wave rolled in, the deepest part hitting me mid-calf.
    “Thinking,” was all he said.
    “About what?” Remembering those fish that’d slithered around my feet on our first beach walk, I switched positions so he’d be the one to walk in the deeper water.
    “A woman.”
    A woman, huh? “Tell me about her.”
    “She’s about five-feet-six or seven inches tall, has light brownish-reddish hair, and a great figure.”
    I was five-feet-six-and-a-half inches tall with light brownish-reddish hair. “Her looks are all that matter to you?”
    “She’s also sweet, kind and forgiving.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it.
    “She sounds boring.”
    “Not boring at all. She’s fun and likes to play in the water, which I like to do, too. She’s smart and very sexy. But even more important, she has a high level of tolerance for a certain senior citizen who loves chocolate cake and television game shows.”
    I bumped my shoulder into his. “Murphy is a great guy.” I brought Nick’s hand up to mine and kissed it. “Like his grandson.”
    We continued on in silence.
    When it had gone on long enough, in my opinion, I asked, “So what has you so deep in thought about this particular woman?”
    “I want to ask her something, but I’m not sure exactly how to go about it.”
    I took two quick steps, turned, and jumped in front of him. “You mean she’s so difficult to talk to, you don’t feel comfortable just coming out and asking?”
    He shook his head as his hands landed on my hips and pulled me close. “I’m worried she may think it’s too soon. We haven’t known each other very long.”
    Too soon for what? We’d already had sex twice, once on the pool float and a second time, earlier this week, against the side of Murphy’s house. It’d happened when Nick had walked me out to say goodbye after another family barbecue. In the dark, gentle kisses had turned hungry and fierce. The next thing I knew my back was being slammed up against the vinyl siding and I was wrapping my legs around his waist, our movements frantic, our desire for one another out of control. It’d been the best sex of my life. “Maybe she won’t.” I leaned in, loosely wrapping my arms around his back. “Maybe she wants what you want.” More.
    “She’ll worry about what my granddad will think, which is one of the reasons I like her so much, by the way.”
    “Just ask.”
    “Leigh.”
    “Yes.” To anything. Everything.
    “I’d like to—”
    “Yes.”
    He nuzzled against my ear. I could feel his smile. “…spend the night with you, the whole night, in your bed.”
    A flare of arousal shot through my system at the suggestion, arousal and something else…something good that I couldn’t identify. In such a short time, he knew me so well. Under normal circumstances I would have been concerned about Murphy’s opinion of me, knowing Nick had spent the night. But right then, I wanted Nick more than I wanted Murphy to think highly of me. Before I could convince myself to say, ‘No,’ I said, “Yes.”
    I didn’t remember the walk back to Storme’s house, only that I felt winded by the time we reached the stairs to her lower deck. While hurrying along, in the glow from the pool, I saw Kelsey and Sean making out on a lounge chair.
    They didn’t notice us.
    We didn’t stop to chat.
    In my room, I flicked on the light while Nick closed and locked the door.
    “Tonight we take it slow,” he said, as he turned and walked toward me, his voice deep and seductive. “I’m going to take my time.” He slid his hands to my butt and squeezed, smoothed them up my sides, lifting my shirt, skimming over my ribs to my breasts. “Explore every inch of you.” He pressed his hips against mine, the bulge of his arousal hitting most pleasurably between my legs.
    I loved the feel of his hands on me, so confident and skilled, knowing just what I liked and