“Someone told me they saw you heading this way.” He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, pushing her heavy, wet hair out of his way.

She shivered, and her arms encircled his waist as she looked up at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky and rough. He couldn’t fight the need to kiss her for another second, capturing her cold lips in a kiss designed to warm her up from the inside out.

To his amazement and delight, she kissed him back, matching his hunger with plenty of her own. Her tongue met his every thrust, twirling and dancing in an erotic dance that made his head spin. This kiss put the earlier one to shame, he decided as his hands moved from her shoulders to her breasts.

When his palms covered her hardened nipples, Abby gasped and broke the kiss. “Adam…”

“What, sweetheart?”

With her hand on the back of his head she guided him to her breast, telling him what she wanted. He was happy to oblige, drawing her nipple into his mouth and running his tongue back and forth over it. When he added a bit of suction, she cried out, and her grip on his hair became painful—not that it stopped him from doing it again.

Only when he realized she was shivering from the cold rather than his attention did he pull back from her. “Let’s go back to your room and get you warmed up.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

“You’ll have to come with me to find out.”

“I’m still mad at you for stealing my clothes.”

“You can punish me to your heart’s content.”

“Is that right? I’ll have to give that some rather significant thought.”

As Adam doled out each article of clothing—stopping to take a good long look at the bra and lacy thong—all he could think about was how soon he could help her take them off again.

“I can’t eat another bite,” Mac announced as he pushed back from a table full of lobster shells. “Even if I beg, don’t let me have any more.”

“Right there with you,” Blaine said. “Uncle.”

Ned chortled with delight at their pleasure in the meal he’d planned down to the last potato. They’d fed the kids earlier, and now Thomas and Ashleigh were watching their latest favorite movie, The Little Mermaid.

Baby Hailey was snoozing in her mama’s arms. Maddie had quit eating long before her husband finished.

“It was a wonderful treat, Ned,” Tiffany said. “Thank you.”

The others chimed in with their thanks as Francine handed out wet wipes.

Mac and Blaine each took a side of the table and rolled up the newspapers they’d put down on the table, scooping up the discarded lobster shells.

“You can take that right out to the can in the driveway,” Francine said, holding the screen door for them.