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Freya close, allowing her to feel the renewed hardness of the Mountfitchet member against her thigh.
    “Another love resurrection?” she enquired cheekily.
    “The best kind,” he growled, flipping her onto her back and covering her in his shadow. “Before I put my mind to atoning for all those misdeeds of the past, I want to have my wicked way once more.”
    In the shadow of the burnt-out wreck of Hatton Stacey, Lucien and Freya joined libidinous forces, living a dream instead of dreaming it, using that dream to refashion their worlds.

DREAMING BY THE SEA
    Delilah Devlin
     
     
     
     
     
     
    S ea foam lathered the jagged rocks along the shore, each lap sounding like a soapy caress; a sensual sound that fired my imagination to think about things I hadn’t since…well, in a very long time.
    Frustrated with the elusive memory, I turned my face into the wind and enjoyed the way it whipped at my hair and the nightgown I’d thrown on over my underwear before making the trek down to the beach. The way the light played at the edge of the horizon had been too much temptation for me to stay inside the cabin hugging the side of the cliff.
    The air was cool with an underlying note of humid heat, cloying enough to make the silk stick to my skin, but I didn’t care. No one was there to see my nightgown mold my body. I hadn’t wanted to dress since I rose from bed that morning—one of the perks of being a writer. I’d worked without a break all day, but now I needed to clear the cobwebs before I headed back into my story.

    I strode beside the water, jumping back to avoid the tidal fingers that seeped between the rocks lining the shore to rush across the sand. I headed to the small pool the ebbing tide left every day to see the treasures the sea deposited for me to admire.
    Or so I liked to think. Not that I ever took them home with me. I hadn’t the courage to wet my fingers in the brine. It was an old phobia of mine—I wasn’t sure where it started.
    Tall, sharp-edged boulders framed the opening where the water rushed into the pool. I lay on my stomach on a flat rock above the pool, peering into the water. I edged closer and closer, tempted to trail my fingers in the silky salt water. An orange starfish, bits of broken shell, a long thin strand of seaweed were all that filled the pool. Still, I stared, wishing I were braver.
    “Do you always whimper when you stare at starfish?”
    I jerked back, my gaze flying to a man, his hands braced between the two sentinel rocks and his body completely nude. “You startled me,” I blurted, scrambling to my knees. Then I narrowed my eyes. “What are doing here? This beach is private. And why the hell are you naked?”
    “Don’t you have you any pity for a man washed up on your shore?”
    I didn’t believe him. His skin hadn’t been torn or bruised by the force of water crashing against the rocks. But how had he come here? And why hadn’t he worn a swimsuit?
    I didn’t want to know, no matter how handsome he was. And gods, he was handsome. His hair was nearly black and the wet strands grazed the tops of wide shoulders. His eyes were a startling blue, like a calm sea, but staring into them was anything but calming.
    The longer the moment stretched, the harder I tried not to
notice the dark hair matted to his chest or the hollows that outlined the muscles stretched over his abdomen.
    I tried to keep my gaze glued to his crooked smile, but I knew it was a battle I’d lose. I glanced down, thinking I’d hide it with a blink, but found myself ensnared by the sight of his erection. Thick and alert, without a curve, it pointed slightly to the side. In that second while my gaze lingered, I felt a deep pang of loneliness echo through me.
    He cupped his cock. Was he hiding it? Or making sure I’d continue to stare?
    My nipples tightened and poked against the silk. I hunched my shoulders to disguise my body’s reaction. “I’m asking you to leave,” I said, forcing a hard tone.