This whole thing was insanity, and he hadn’t done anything like it since he was in high school, when girls came on to him endlessly. Once in a while, he let one of them catch him—albeit briefly—but he’d always known everything there was to know about them. Even as he told himself this was insanity, he cupped her backside and squeezed.

Alex lost himself in the moment, allowing the sweet taste of her lips and the lush curves of her body to take him away from all his troubles and worries. Her hand on his face soothed and calmed him even if he felt anything but calm. He wanted more. He needed more.

Without breaking the kiss, he maintained his tight hold on her bottom and stood up to walk them to the shore.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I’ve completely lost my mind, Jenny thought as she clung to Alex’s muscular shoulders. Even as she questioned her sanity, she knew she wasn’t about to send him away. The guy was like sex on a stick, and for the first time in her life, it didn’t matter that she didn’t know him. Nothing mattered but the way it felt to be held and kissed by someone who didn’t know about her terrible tragedy, who didn’t pity her from the word hello. He hadn’t the first clue who she was, and she liked it that way.

As they emerged from the water, the heavy, sultry air only added to the erotically charged atmosphere. And when he laid them down on the towels, Jenny felt his muscles bulge and strain under her hands. He never missed a beat with the kiss, turning his head to deepen the angle, his tongue teasing and tempting her and making her forget the values she’d remained true to her entire life.

It felt too damned good to be held by a strong, sexy, confident man to think about values or future trips to the loony bin. She’d cross that bridge when she got to it. In the meantime, she was fully enjoying the protective way he held her, the sensual way he kissed her, the enticing strokes of his tongue, which were never too much but rather just right.

But suddenly it wasn’t enough to be close to him. It wasn’t enough to kiss him and touch him. She wanted more. Shifting onto her back, she tugged at him, encouraging him to move on top of her. She hadn’t done anything like this in such a long time that she’d almost forgotten how to use her body to send the proper signals.

Jenny curled her leg around his hips, hoping he’d take the hint.