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That evening Gabe held Maggie's hand as he led her down to the beach near the resort. "I know you'll remember this place." She kicked off her flip-flops and wiggled her toes in the sand. "It is a rather infamous spot. So many wild nights, so much alcohol consumed." The sun hung low over the water, turning the sky and the waves a vibrant scarlet. They were alone on the beach, the rhythm of the waves the only sound. Gabe laid his arm across her shoulders and stood beside her watching the light fade. "This is where I first noticed you." "Really?" "Yeah. The first Saturday night I was here." He pointed at the edge of the small clearing. "You were sitting on a log here, just watching everyone dance." With a laugh, she explained, "I hated to dance in front of people. It took three weeks before I got brave enough, and then only because Sarah dragged me out in the middle of the crowd where no one could see me move." "I thought you danced great." Stepping back, he took her hands and tugged her so she rode his thigh, her skirt riding up. "Especially that one move you had." He cupped her hips and ground her pelvis against him, swayed to a tune in his head and took her along. As his hands stroked up and down her back, he led her in the dirtiest dance, so much like the way she'd seduced him in this same spot on their last night that August. "I was imitating what the other girls did. I know they danced like that with you, too. As I recall, the waitress with the big boobs was gyrating on your other leg while I humped you like an obnoxious dog." Gabe burst out laughing and pulled Maggie into a tight hug. "That's what I love about you, woman. Your conceit is so overwhelming." She slapped at his shoulder. "And you'll say anything to get me in bed." Toying with her hair, he watched the curl spring back when he tugged it straight. "Yeah, I was such a horn-dog. Got you drunk and hauled you out behind the barn the first night I saw you." "Ha! I had to throw myself at your feet to get you to see me as anything more than a friend." She bit her lower lip in an obvious attempt to keep from smiling. "See you? No way. The way you looked next to all the other girls-" "If you say anything about my glow-in-the-dark complexion, I'm heading back to my room now." She planted a finger on his lips. "Alone." Puckering, he kissed her finger, then ran his tongue along it and sucked the tip into his mouth. Her hiss of arousal made his groin tighten. The look of her, the taste of her, and the sounds she made, any one little thing could set him off. It amazed him he was capable of going through a day without making love to Maggie every hour. |