She covered his hand to keep him from removing it and directed his attention to the place that throbbed for him. Impossibly, he opened her even farther, stretching her nearly to the point of pain as he drove deeper into her, making her come hard against their joined hands.

His arms banded tight around her as he followed her, groaning against her ear as he heated her from the inside. He lifted her off him and turned her to face him, sliding his arms around her and sinking into a deep kiss that had her tingling all over again.

She turned away from the kiss.

“What?”

“That’s it, buster. All you’re getting tonight.”

“We’re just getting started.”

“No, we’re just getting finished.”

“Come on…” He tweaked her nipples and surged to life under her.

“Oh my God, you’re a freaking machine!”

“Not usually.”

“Stop pretending like this is something special when we both know we’re just scratching an itch.” The words came out more harshly than she’d intended, and judging from the way his muscles tightened with tension she’d scored a direct hit. “Sorry, but come on… We both know what this is. And what it isn’t.”

“So you have this kind of chemistry with everyone? That pink-shirt dude… He turns you on the way I do?”

He had her there, Jenny thought. “No, but—”

Alex’s lips stifled her words. “No buts. We’re hot together, and there’s no denying that.”

“Maybe so, but you don’t even know my last name or where I come from.”

“Your last name is Wilks, and you come from the South, judging by the accent you slip into whenever you’re annoyed, which is often when I’m around.”

“How do you know my last name?”

“I asked someone.”

“Who did you ask?”

“None of your business.”

Jenny struggled to get free of him, but she was no match for the tight band of his muscular arms.

“Stop,” he said, laughing softly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “I asked Owen earlier, and he told me your name.”

“Great,” she said with a groan. “He’ll go home and tell Laura you were asking about me, and they’ll be on me like bees on honey tomorrow.”

“No, they won’t. I told him you were pissed at me for showing up so early to mow the grass out here.”

“You did?”

Nodding, he nibbled on her bottom lip and managed to scramble her brain until she nearly forgot the sort-of argument they were having. “Hold on.” With his hands cupping her ass, he stood and walked them to the beach.

Jenny kept her arms and legs tight around him as he went directly to the stairs and carried her all the way to her bedroom. By the time they got there, they were dry again. “Is it always this hot here in the summer?”