His response was definitely more enthusiastic the second time. He parted her lips with his tongue and ran his hands up her bare back. She shivered at the touch of his warm hands, and pressed herself closer to him.

“Oh man,” he said, sitting up after a few moments. “This is a terrible idea.” He put his head in his hands.

“What?”

“This,” he said, indicating her prone position on the sand. “You’re the boss’s daughter.”

Drue grabbed the collar of his stupid preppy polo shirt and pulled him down beside her. “Shut up,” she murmured in his ear.

She slid her hands up the back of his shirt and he slowly eased a knee between her legs. He nuzzled her ear, ran his tongue down her jawline, and her neck, and her shoulder, and at the same time, his hands were working their way from her back and under the front of her halter top.

Drue couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex. She and Trey hadn’t been getting along all that well in the months leading up to her mother’s illness. And after her mother’s diagnosis, she’d spent every free moment she had with Sherri, ignoring Trey’s pointed comments about his needs.

After the kiteboarding accident, sex had been the last thing on her mind. Not anymore, though.

And apparently, Jonah was rapidly overcoming his initial apprehension. He was fumbling for the zipper on her jeans.

“Let’s take this somewhere with less sand,” Drue said, kissing him again, and momentarily forgetting herself.

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she said.

“You’re the boss.” He stood and helped her to her feet.

“Damn straight,” Drue told him, taking his hand and leading him toward the motel.

“You sure this is the right room?” he asked, as they stood in front of a door looking out at the pool.

She whipped the key card from the back pocket of her jeans, slid it into the slot and tried the door handle, which didn’t move.

Drue frowned and took a step backward. “I could swear this was my room. I know it faces the pool.”

“May I?” He took the plastic card, wiped it on the front of his shirt and inserted it into the slot, easily pushing the door open.

“Hey. How’d you do that?”

He smiled. “I’ve got the magic touch.”

She pulled him into the room and turned the deadbolt lock. “We’ll see about that.”

Moonlight shone in through the room’s sheer drapes. Drue dropped her shoes on the floor, unzipped and discarded her jeans, and pulled her top over her head, letting it drop onto the floor. She collapsed naked onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

He shrugged and pulled off his polo shirt, dropping it on top of the clothes she’d so readily discarded.