Jenny wondered if it would be enough for her and berated herself for taking the home run off the table. If only she wasn’t so certain she’d hate herself in the morning…

When his lips closed around her nipple, she became quite certain she’d hate herself in the morning for saying no.

She grabbed handfuls of his long hair, holding on for dear life as he licked and sucked and bit. Christ almighty, the pain of his teeth clamping down on her sensitive flesh nearly finished her right off. He kept it up until she was nearly delirious from the pleasure, and then he shifted his attention to the other side.

The tight grip she kept on his hair had to be hurting him, but he didn’t say anything, and she didn’t dare let go. Jenny opened her eyes to look up at the star-laden sky as she arched her back, wanting to get closer to the heated torment of his mouth.

He stopped suddenly, his head dropping again to her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Jenny tuned in to the heavy sounds of his breathing and the lap of the waves against the shore.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Not particularly.”

“So it would be okay if I kissed you here?” His lips landed on her belly, making her skin quiver.

“Mmm.”

“How about here?” he asked, moving lower.

“That’s good, too.” I’m not going to let him do that, am I? Apparently, I am. Oh my God, I have to put a stop to this madness. That’s what it is. Utter madness.

Alex untied the bows at her hips, and her bathing suit bottoms fell away, leaving her completely naked in the moonlight.

“Is this legal on Gansett Island?” Jenny muttered.

Alex laughed and continued to kiss her belly as he settled between her legs. “Do you honestly care?”

“I don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”

“This. With men I barely know or men I just met or well, anyone.”

“Well, that’s a damned shame. Why not?”

“That’s an awfully long story, and this isn’t the time or the place.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing your awfully long story sometime, but you’re right about the time and place. I’ve got other things on my mind at the moment.”

“I can’t.” But even as she moaned the words, she tightened her grip on his hair. She wasn’t sure if she planned to pull him closer or push him away.

“Yes, you can.” The rasp of his whiskers against her belly made a liar out of her as she arched into him, trying to get closer.