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Excerpt
Mary Miller breathed deeply of the fresh salty
air as she sat on the beach and watched Mother Nature do her thing. Waves
crashed with a roar, rushed onto shore only to disintegrate and return to the
ocean with a gentle swishing sound. The motion was a constant, predictable and
yet never the same. She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point the
beach had become an example of what she wanted out of life. No sharp edges or
harsh points to cause pain throughout a unique journey.
The peacefulness of the beach at dawn eased
into her pores and pushed out the tension. A slight breeze carried ocean spray
to her uplifted face. There was only one blotch on her otherwise wonderful life.
Mike Kane, the man she loved and had broken up with before he eventually walked
out on her. They were great together and she’d wanted forever with him, except
she knew they wouldn’t last that long. Leaving before she was left had been
her solution for self-preservation. Unfortunately, she’d handled it all wrong
and had only herself to blame.
Sipping her coffee, she watched a surfer ride a
wave in with a variety of moves, before turning back over the crest and heading
out for more. Maybe it was relaxing on the beach or watching surfers tackle the
waves, but he was there in her head. She needed to figure out what to do next.
As for the decision to leave first, she knew ending their time together hadn’t
been right from the beginning, but had done it anyway and regretted it ever
since.
“Hey,” the casual one word greeting
startled her, but it was a large board and paddle dropping to the sand that made
her jump. She looked up to see the man she’d been thinking about sit at her
side. Encased in a full wetsuit, he rested his arms on bent knees as he checked
out the waves.
Mary hadn’t a clue what to say or do to ease
the tension between them. They’d been friends as kids, sweethearts in high
school and finally lovers as adults. She didn’t want to lose him, but needed
to think about what was best for her mental state.
Knowing an apology was necessary and actually
giving one were two different things. She had no idea where to start, but knew
simply saying sorry wouldn’t be nearly enough. Turning to look at him, she was
struck by how handsome he was and her body responded to his sensual appeal.
Didn’t her brain know it should be taking the lead right then, not her
physical need for him. Apparently the two parts of her weren’t talking either
and the pulse of desire beating in her pussy managed to rev up her hunger to be
held by Mike again.
Had she said hello? She couldn’t remember
saying anything and was shocked. Then again, it wasn’t a total surprise.
Obviously Mike Kane robbed her of common sense. Looking at him closely, she
soaked in every bit of flesh hidden away and left highlighted by the black
rubber suit. Only his head, hands and feet were visible, and she felt compelled
to wrap her arms and legs around him and never let go.
An onshore breeze helped the waves rise higher
and delightfully rumpled his brown hair. She loved when it was in need of a cut.
A little long so the strands curled a bit around the ears and neck. He’d
probably rolled out of bed, put on the wetsuit and come out to paddle over the
cold water. The man emoted sex and her need for his touch grew in strength. Her
breath caught in the back of her throat when he turned and met her gaze. There
was something there deep in the beautiful brown orbs that made her flinch, but
they were connected. With the bond made, she was reminded of the last time they
were intimate and wished they were making love instead of not talking to each
other on the beach.
As if he read her mind, Mike suddenly held her
as if he’d never let go and she was exactly where she wanted to be—held by
him.
Momentum took them down to the sand where he
held her hands on the sand by her head. Unable to manage a single word to either
tell him yes or no, and it was definitely a yes, she gasped with pleasure when
he threw a rubber covered leg over hers. The move hadn’t been necessary
because there was no chance she’d leave.
In a heartbeat, his lips pressed firmly against
hers and all she knew was how much she wanted whatever he offered. What they
shared was not soft or tender, but what passed between them was filled with
turmoil of raw passion and emotions.
He opened his mouth, ran his tongue across the
seam as if demanding entrance and hers opened, ready to be ravished. They
circled and danced around each other, hungry for the link they’d shared
before. Thankfully Mike couldn’t ignore her need for his possession. He teased
her passion to the surface and promised fulfillment. At first the kiss they
shared was packed with what she believed was desire and love, then lust denied
rushed forward and wouldn’t be ignored.
It was pure coincidence that he’d come down
to the beach to paddle and collect his thoughts before seeing Mary, only to find
her calmly watching the dawn’s surfers. Everything he’d planned to say to
her fled as blood pumped through his body. Mike inhaled deeply to try to gain
stability, only he caught a whiff of her flowery scent and was lost. He reached
out and took what he wanted. The woman he loved was in his arms, beneath him,
and he showed her what they had together.
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