“Thank you.” Lina could hardly think as she looked into his eyes. “You should say good night,” she said breathlessly.

“Good night, Lina,” he whispered before lowering his mouth over hers.

As soon as his lips touched hers, she was kissing him back with an abandon that could only be the result of weeks of longing. He hooked one arm low around her waist as he hauled her body into his, his other hand framing the side of her face as he deepened the kiss, he too appearing completely overwhelmed.

She circled her arms around his neck, wanting, needing to be closer. It wasn’t until the feel of his erection pushing against her stomach penetrated her desire-filled haze that she was able to break the kiss, turning her face into his neck. “We have to stop,” she breathed.

“Come back to the boat with me.”

“I can’t,” she said, brushing her lips along his collarbone, her mind and body at odds over what she should do. “I need to get home.” Even as she said the words, she was curving her hand around the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him down for another kiss.

Nick opened his mouth over hers, their tongues tangling together as he deepened the kiss, his hand stroking her lower back and hips as he pressed his lower body into hers.

The sound of approaching voices and laughter served as a splash of cold water, and Lina again broke the kiss, dragging her mouth from his as she dropped her forehead into his chest. “I have to go—my kids.”

He wrapped her in his arms, holding her body firmly against his, his chest rising and falling with his breathing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her head. “I lose all reason with you.”

The magnitude of what she’d almost done hit her full force. “I have to go. Please.” She pushed her hands against his chest.

“Lina?”

“Let me go.”

He loosened his arms, drawing in a breath as she stepped away from him. “Don’t get upset with yourself.”

“I’m not even legally separated.” She yanked open her car door and was immediately besieged by Phil’s familiar scent. “Oh my God.”

“Lina, nothing happened,” Nick said. His grip on the door kept her from pulling it closed. “We kissed.”

She pressed her forehead into the steering wheel. “I know.”

“Tell me where your mind is.”

“I don’t know. I’m just confused.”

“About what?”

“You,” she whispered, tilting her head up so she could see him.

“I’m sorry.” His brows were pulled together, a look of concern etched across his features. “I should have exercised more control.”

“It’s not your fault. I wanted it too. I just feel so guilty.”

“Do me a favor and try not to overthink this. We kissed, nothing more.”

“I kissed him,” Lina said as soon as Adele answered her cell phone.