From the Inside Flap
"MaybeI can help you." I wasn't falling for his stargazing distraction. It seemedlike he needed to open up to someone about the Palm, and maybe I was thatperson.
"Really?And what do you think you can do to help me, college girl?" He turned to faceme. His eyes were dark like the night sky encasing us. I couldn't read hismood.
Iinhaled the salt air and felt my chest rise as Grey brushed off the loose gripI had on his arm. I had absolutely no idea what I could do to help, but what hewas coping with was more than what one person should have to face alone.
"I-Idon't know. But I want to help."
"You'rehere on vacation. You should be having a good time, getting to know Texas, hangingout at the beach. I can handle the Palm." His eyes lingered on my lips.
Icould feel the energy building in the air between us as the waves lapped ourankles.
Hishand grazed the side of my cheek and I stood still like a statue, taking in theroughness of his skin. He stepped closer so that his waist was pressed againstme. I liked how my body seemed to align with his just standing here--touchingand breathing.
"Can'tyou think of a way for me to help?" I tipped forward, wanting to draw an answerfrom him.
Thetips of his fingers trailed from my chin, along the line of my neck, and restedalong the edge of my tank top. "I know something you could do." His voice washusky.
Ifelt the weight of his hand on my chest and the fire building under my skinwhere his fingers played with the fabric. Before I knew what in the hell I wasdoing, I abandoned my red cup in the ocean as his arms encircled my waist andpulled me close until our bodies collided. My mouth parted for him, anxious totouch his lips and his tongue. He growled as I nipped his bottom lip. He tastedlike the lime beer concoction and I eagerly drank in each kiss, wanting to knowmore of him this way. My hands ran the length of his back and locked around thefirmness of his neck. I stroked his warm skin and twisted my hands in his hair.Things had gone from mysterious and flirty to blazing hot in only a fewminutes, but I liked how I was getting lost in the blazing heat. The way hishands toyed with the skin under my shorts, brought breathy moans from mythroat. I was losing control of my body.
Ohmy God, what was I doing? I needed to regain control. I stopped before we endedup rolling on the beach like the scene in FromHere to Eternity.
"Grey,I think we need to slow this down." I exhaled in his ear, deep down wanting himto keep me pinned against his chest.
His breath was warmagainst my cheek, and I knew the second I felt his lips again I would give upany rational thinking. I dislodged from his hold and took a few steps backwardto create some space between us. My body was on fire. I had never been kissed likethat, and I was positive no one else could do what Grey had just done to me. Itook a deep breath and tried to steady myself when all I really wanted was forGrey to kiss me again.