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“Nuh uh, baby. I need room for this.” He groaned low. “Damn you’re wet, so juicy.” When he stopped and reached for his pants, she frowned but smiled when he put something in her hand. “Open this.” She almost couldn’t concentrate trying to open the foil packet, but it was necessary if she didn’t want this night to end. She tore it open with her teeth. They were in sync as she handed it back and he put it on, his mouth back on her again. Her hips undulated against him as she mewled with pleasure. He suckled her clit as his fingers worked inside her, thrusting deep with erotic strokes. Dayna twisted, dug her heels into the blanket, and sank her hands into the sand, the grainy texture rasping against her palms.
    Soon, she was groaning and shaking, shuddering from the cataclysmic rapture and pleasure of his mouth. The wave of ecstasy went on and on as a scream ripped from her throat. And when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he rose above her and plunged deep inside her.
    “So sweet,” he murmured, holding her gaze as he puled out and drove into her again.
    Bending his head, he captured her mouth in a deep, stimulating kiss that left her moaning as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. Each glide inside made her clit tighten and throb, made her greedy for another orgasm. A shudder rippled as he slipped a hand between them and massaged her enlarged nub. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his arms with her hands. In quiet adoration, she explored him, running her hands over the hard, toned muscles that ridged his chest and abdomen. His golden skin was gorgeous and hot and as smooth as a polished metal sculpture.
    Jared gazed down. The concentrated, focused intensity in his eyes let her know the weighty implication of the moment.
    Neither could take it back now, even if they wanted to. This night had catapulted them from friends to…to…she wasn’t sure what.
    But there was no turning back now. They stared into each other’s eyes as he slowed the tempo, pushed in and out, sending excruciatingly sharp pleasure to the very foundation of her being.
    Each caress was so exquisite, so rapturous, she had to blink back the tears in her eyes.
    “You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked as he tenderly entered her and retreated again.
    Dayna didn’t want to guess, didn’t want to think about it or hope. She shook her head. “No,” she whispered, digging her nails into his arms, the sensations he gave her making her needy.
    “You are mine ,” he growled, thrusting wildly inside her.
    “ Mine, mine, mine ,” he chanted, his voice low, raspy. “You should have been mine al along.”
    Her eyes widened, and she wondered about the implications of what he said. She was about to ask him, but he seared her lips with his own, capturing her mouth with hungry urgency. As he groaned and powered deeper, her nails raked his back and dug into the muscles of his tight, firm butt.
    Jared buried his head in her shoulder as he plunged and retreated, filed her and speared her, and wedged himself so far inside her that passion and hunger expanded into a cohesion that could only be personified as rapturous bliss. No man had ever made Dayna feel this way before. And she knew that no one ever would again.
    She loved the way his skin smeled, a hint of musk from his cologne, mingled with a layer of sweat from the love-making and the salt-sea air. If she could bottle it, she’d throw it in the ocean and pray for it to come back to her so she would always remember this night.
    She couldn’t help but let the tears flow as she sobbed Jared’s name and arched her back, franticaly worked her hips as he rocked back and forth inside her. She wailed with pleasure over and over until she didn’t recognize her own voice. His primal shout, her mewling cry, swirled up to the sky and echoed across the entire beach. They lay there, spent, air whooshing out of their lungs as if they’d been swimming through