âNo, maâam,â he quipped.
âStop playing,â she said as she reached for it again. But she was no match for Zachâs height. As she reached up, he couldnât help but smile at how her assets bounced.
âAll right,â he said, handing her the sarong when he saw a man staring at Chanteâs luscious curves. âI guess weâre putting on too much of a show for people.â
âYou think?â she snapped as she tied her sarong around her waist. âYouâre a bit of a jackass, huh?â
âThat hurts,â he said.
Chante rolled her eyes. âThe truth usually does.â
âIs this our first argument?â he asked with a smile.
âOh, please,â she quipped. âYou donât want to argue with me. Thatâs what I do for a living, and Iâm good at what I do.â
âAll right, I will take note of that.â Zach took her hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss. âI donât like to fight anyway. I do like the making up, though.â
Chante laughed, and it felt good. But she had to remember, what she and Zach had was a farce. Getting this comfortable with him would most likely be a mistake. When she went back to Charlotte and he returned to New York, this thing would be over. Sighing, she leaned against his arm. He had great arms. Strong, hard. She closed her eyes for a second as the image of those arms holding her while they made love flashed in her mind.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked when she moaned slightly.
âNothing. Just letting my mind wander.â
Zach stopped walking and faced Chante. Cupping her face, he brushed his lips across hers. âLet me guess. You were thinking about you and me ditching the little bit of clothes we have on and having some real sex on the beach.â
âYou are so nasty,â she said, though he wasnât far off from what she was thinking.
âAnd you have the most irresistible lips Iâve ever seen.â Zach covered her mouth with his. His kiss was slow and succulent. Chante pressed her body against his and felt every muscle harden. Why did she want this man so much when he was practically a stranger? How was it that he knew how to kiss her and where all of her hot spots were?
When his hand slipped between her thighs, Chante knew she was done for. She wanted him, and he was giving her all the reasons to believe this would be a magical moment. Her love-starved body purred as he stroked her womanly core through her bikini bottoms. Pulling back from her lips, he continued stroking her as if he wanted to bring her to climax right there in the parking lot.
And when he did, Chante thought she was going to pass out. She muted her scream as she fell against his chest. âHow-how . . . wow.â
âI can tell someone has been neglected for too long,â he whispered against her ear. âWeâre going to have to change that.â
Chante wanted to tell him to change it now, but she took a deep breath instead and waited for her body to stop twitching. âLetâs get to the beach before . . .â
Zach scooped her up into his arms. âBefore I decide to take you upstairs and make you come again?â He smiled, and she melted like ice on the sidewalk.
âYouâre too much.â
âYou might find out that Iâm just enough.â Winking, he took off with her in his arms toward the shore.
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If Zach thought Chante was going to be one of those women who didnât want to get her hair and body wet in the ocean, he was wrong. When they made it to the water, Chante headed in and let wave after wave hit her. She reminded him of a mythological sea nymph as her hair curled up and her suit clung to her body. If he were a sailor, heâd be in trouble because he wouldâve followed her to the edges of the Earth.
âWhat are you waiting for?â she called out. âThis water feels so good!â
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