Chapter 3

Fuck. This woman had snared him so utterly and completely, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was here and now, satisfying his needs and giving her whatever she wanted.

Taking off her cover-up, he tossed it onto the sand, making sure they were a safe distance from the waves stretching up the beach like ghostly fingers in the moonlight. He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her, taking them down to their knees.

Lorilee clung to Ashton. The feel of him—his warm, spicy scent—and the strength she felt in the arms wrapped around her made her feel safe, protected, and maybe even a bit loved. His hands swept over her back, gliding over every inch of her before cupping her ass and lifting, pulling her so close that she felt the ridge of his erection against her belly.

As she gave herself over to his kiss, she knew it wasn’t love—not this quick—but she couldn’t deny there was something between them. She worried it was all physical, but as his kiss pulled her