He did, and the pleasure flooded her. Almost of their own volition, her legs parted to welcome him into her embrace. The groan that rumbled from his chest only added to the heated desire that thrummed through her bloodstream. And then he shifted his hips and pushed the hard ridge of his erection against her, making her cry out from the punch of desire that slammed into her.

Alex broke the kiss, turning his attention to her neck, kissing from her ear to her throat and along her collarbone. He tugged at the bow behind her neck that anchored her bikini top. “Can I?” he asked gruffly.

The word “no” hovered on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything at all, so she only nodded and then held her breath as he eased the top away from her straining breasts. For the longest time he only looked at what he’d uncovered as the warm breeze had her nipples tightening unbearably.

Jenny squirmed under him, seeking relief of some kind or another.

“Easy,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It was the perfect thing for him to say. They had no time limit, no one waiting for either of them.

He bent his head over her chest.

“Wait.”

His forehead landed on her sternum. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not married or anything, are you?”

“Hell no. I wouldn’t be here doing this with you if I had someone else. What about you?”

“Not married. Or anything.”

“Now that we’ve got that cleared up, can we get back to what we were doing?”

Though she wanted nothing more than to get back to what they’d been doing—because it was about to get even more interesting—she felt the need to clarify one thing. “That’s not exactly true.”

“Which part?”

“The ‘or anything’ part. I’ve been dating. Some. Here and there. Nothing serious, though.”

“Great. Glad we cleared that up. Green light to proceed?” As he spoke, his lips left a trail of fire over the tops of her breasts.

“One more thing.”

His deep sigh relayed a world of frustration. “I’m listening.”

She was almost afraid to say it because she didn’t want him to leave. Not yet anyway. “I won’t have sex with you.”

“Who said I wanted to have sex with you?”

Jenny raised her hips a fraction of an inch, putting her sex in direct contact with his straining cock and drawing a tortured hiss from him. “You did.”

His gruff chuckle made her smile. “I suppose I did, and I suppose I might’ve tried for a home run if you hadn’t set me straight. But for now,” he said, kissing his way to the valley between her breasts, “this is more than enough for me.”