She sank her teeth into his lower lip and tugged. His knees nearly buckled and the next kiss lasted even longer. The urge to drag her down to the sand shocked him back into awareness. He was breathing like a lunatic, and had one hand gripping her ass, the other cupping her breast. Even as his senses began to clear, his thumb stroked over the hardened tip of her nipple, once, twice.

She gasped and her head fell back, exposing the beautiful, tempting line of her throat. He leaned in to taste her there and she let out a sexy little moan. “See how easy it is to forget all your troubles?” she gasped.

His mouth open on her, he went still. He’d been about to inhale her whole, but he closed his lips and set his forehead to hers. Forget his troubles? She was his troubles!

“Home.” She kissed one corner of his mouth, then the other. “Take me home, Joe.”

Incredibly bad idea, but they moved in silence along the soft, giving sand, with the waves occasionally sloshing over their feet as they went, thankfully not running this time, and when he stopped at the sleek black classic Camaro parked near Creative Interiors II, she laughed. “This used to be your fantasy car! When did you get it?”

He shrugged off the vague embarrassment. “A few years back.”

“You ever make out in it?”

“Red.”

She laughed at the look on his face. “Well, I hope you have. That’s why you always wanted it, remember?”

“I wanted it,” he corrected, having to laugh at her, at himself, “because of the power of the beast.”

“Ah, yes, the size of the engine.” Her eyes flashed warm and affectionate. “What is it with men and the size of their…toys?”

“Ha-ha. Just get in.”

She put her hand over his and tried to take his keys.

“Hell, no,” he said.

“Come on.”

“Do you think I’ve forgotten who taught you to drive, and that you suck at it?”

“I’ll have you know I no longer plow into mailboxes.”

He lifted the keys up over his head. She was tall, but not quite tall enough, and he decided he was a sick, sick man to enjoy how she tried to climb up his body to get the keys. “You had two glasses of champagne.”

“Far too long ago,” she replied.

“Maybe next time,” he said, knowing there wouldn’t be one because he was going to get smart and stay far away from her. Any minute now. He waited until she buckled up before he hit the gas. The car leapt to life, and she whooped with glee as they took off.