She ran her hands under his shirt, stroking his back, wanting to feel skin on skin. She pulled at his shirt until he tore his mouth away from her breasts and ripped it off, then met her chest to chest. She groaned with pleasure and kissed his shoulders and neck. His hands were roaming everywhere as though he didn't know which part of her he wanted the most.
She helped him with that and unzipped his shorts. He followed suit and unzipped hers. His hand slid in, finding the lacy patch of silk, holding her for a moment, letting the warmth of his hand ignite a fire between them. She moved against him, wanting to take it further, and too impatient to wait.
He slid a finger under the material to stroke her once, twice. She was wet and needy and took hold off his shaft, sliding her hand up and down, feeling his slickness, the pulsing excitement as his desire grew.
She pushed his shorts over his hips and they dropped to the floor. His thighs pressed into hers as he walked her backward toward the hall that led to his bedroom. They continued to kiss and caress each other every hungry, long step of the way.
Finally, when she thought she might explode from the flood of emotion inside of her, she felt the bed behind her knees. He took her by the waist and hoisted her onto the mattress, then slid on top. His knee moved between hers, and she opened her legs wide, giving him access to where they both wanted him to be.
His hand touched her first. He worked a finger in and another. She withered under him and gritted her teeth, then moaned his name. "Sean. I want you. Now. Please?"
He didn't make her beg twice. Gently at first he pushed inside of her, then finding no resistance he slid all the way in. He filled her completely and she knew it was in more ways than just one.
***
Kayla awoke, stiff and sore. She was tangled up in the bed sheets and Sean's arm was draped over her, making an easy escape impossible. She didn't have to turn to know he was still asleep, the heavy breathing on her neck told her he was out cold.
As the man should be. She'd never known a man to be so hungry, so insatiable, as if he could devour her up and still want more. Sweet Jesus, it was no wonder every part of her ached. Sean had worked her over good—not that she was complaining. She'd enjoyed every moment.
She understood his need, and didn't congratulate herself on being the most desirable woman in the world. It was a need way beyond sexual, it was soul deep, and Kayla had wanted to assuage his wounded spirit and bring him comfort. It was not a mercy fuck, nor did she feel sorry for him. Oh, she ached for his loss, what woman wouldn't, but that wasn't why she opened herself to him.
He created feelings inside of her that had been depleted after her father's death. He fulfilled her needs as much as she hoped she could his. They might be a sorry lot, but she would take this one day at a time and see where it led. Heartbreak probably, but if it could ease his grief she would gladly deal with a bruised heart.
She squirmed a little, needing a bathroom break, and wanting to sneak away before he woke up. Words were redundant, and she honestly didn't know what to say. Inching herself toward the edge of the bed, she held her breath and lifted his arm to slip out. He rolled over and snored louder.
With a sigh of relief, she slid out from under the covers and went in search of her clothes. She used the bathroom, dressed quickly, then ran his brush through her matted mess of hair. Last thing she wanted to do was run into her mother or a guest looking like she'd just had a night of hot sex.
A woman had to have some secrets. She tiptoed out the door and very carefully shut it behind her, racing back to her own cottage, glad to see that her family hadn't locked her out. It was not quite six in the morning, and no one was up. She pushed open the door to the bedroom she shared with Taylor, and sucked in a breath when she heard the loud creak.
She'd hoped she might slip into bed without detection, but the hinges needed oiling and she hadn’t gotten around to it. Taylor rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Hey. You coming to bed or getting up? What time is it? It's still dark."
"Go back to sleep, sleepyhead. It's five forty-five. I've already gone for my early morning run," she stated, wincing at the lie. "I was about to shower."
"You're a tyrant, you know that? How can you punish yourself day after day? We work hard enough around here besides going for runs."
"I like it. Makes me feel good."
Her sister blinked the sleep out of her eyes. "You're not sweating. How come?"
"I walked the last mile home. Had some thinking to do."
"Yeah?" She gave her a suspicious glance. "With this humidity, you should be sweating buckets, walking or running." A smile crept over her face. "Wouldn't be getting any other kind of exercise, would you?"
"What do you mean?" Kayla asked, and turned so Taylor couldn't see the hot flush in her cheeks.
"Well, funny thing happened last night after you left." Taylor drew her knees up, and hugged them as she spoke. "I went down to the pier to sit and look at the moon, and I saw two people out in the water. Looked like they were getting it on. Fellow reminded me of our friend, Sean."
Kayla gave her hair a toss and turned her back, not wanting her sister to see her face. She was a terrible liar. "Don't be ridiculous," she said, hoping her voice sounded normal. "Couldn't be. Probably our honeymoon couple. That would make more sense."
"Yeah, well, I spotted some clothes on the pier, so why would Ken leave his there, and not Linda? Besides, I think I would know the difference between Ken and Sean. He's got to be at least thirty pounds heavier. Besides, the shirt looked like the one Sean wears."
"Wow, that's weird. If it was him, which I doubt, maybe he has a girlfriend stashed somewhere?" Kayla didn't like being dishonest but sometimes it was just a whole lot easier than telling the truth.
"Really? Although I was a long way off, the woman kind of looked like you. Just saying," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Taylor, stop teasing me. You know I wouldn't do anything like that. I hardly know the man."
"True, but you like him."
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Well, I think he's a pretty cool guy, and it would be great if you two hooked up."
"You think so?" Her stomach rumbled as if in dispute. There was no future for her with Sean. She knew that even if her heart didn't. "Oh, Taylor. It can't happen. We have way too much on our plates as it is. This year we have to sink all our resources and energy into this place to make it work. Romance is not on my agenda, and it's the last thing Sean needs. He's hurting, Tay. He came here to heal."
"I think so too. Wonder what his problem is?" she asked, giving Kayla a long appraising look.
"I'm sure he'll talk about it when he's ready," Kayla replied. "Want to use the bathroom before I shower?"
"No. Go ahead. I'll just lie here for another few minutes then go put the coffee on."
"Great. Thanks. I won't take long."
"Your makeup is smeared and your hair's a mess. Take your time. You don't want the others seeing you like this." She giggled. "It's our little secret."
Kayla could see there was no point in denying it, so she grabbed some fresh clothes and left without a word. Her sister might think it was romantic, but she knew differently. She and Sean were not going to fall in love and live happily-ever-after. He would disappear one day and she would remember him fondly, until one morning the memory of him was gone.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sean flipped over, his hand seeking contact with the woman he'd spent the better part of the night making love to. When he couldn't feel her, he opened his eyes and saw the bed empty. "Kayla?" he called, hoping she'd be in the kitchen making coffee. Silence was the only reply. He sniffed the air. No scent of coffee, no sounds coming from the bathroom. She'd high-tailed it out of here while he was fast asleep.
What a thing to do to a guy. Least she could have done was to hear him out, let him have a chance to say he was sorry he couldn't be the man she wanted him to be, but that for a few hours at least she had made him feel alive again
.
He swung his legs off the bed and got to his feet. Stretched his arms behind his head, cracked his knuckles, and felt a sappy grin twitching on his lips. Damn, but he did feel good. He shouldn't. He shouldn't feel good about screwing that beautiful girl every which way but Sunday. Gawd, he hadn't had that kind of staying power in years. He’d made love to her once, and within minutes he'd wanted her again.
The woman was beyond sexy, unlike anyone he'd ever known. She came across as straight-laced and subdued compared to her younger sisters, but she was a hellfire in bed. Who had done what to who, he didn't know and he didn't care, but she had been an active participant right from the get-go. Hell, half way through the night when he was sure he'd never get another erection for a year, she'd climbed all over him and within a few sweet seconds he'd been ready.
Well, it was good to know that at least one part of him wasn’t dead. He might be incapable of emotion, but he had certainly felt lust. Raw, almost savage in its intensity, he had taken her, again and again. God love her, she had opened herself to him and given as much as she got.
What a woman. If he was half the man he used to be, he might want to make her his own.
Naked, he strolled into the kitchen, grabbed a bag of coffee out of the fridge and dumped enough for half a pot into his coffee machine. Dawn had broken but he didn't want to lower the blind. For the first time in months he didn't crave darkness, silence or being alone. He hoped a certain young woman might come along the path—on her way for her usual run, and he could entice her back to bed.
From the small window in the door, he could see the cabin where she lived. There were no lights on inside, and he couldn't see any activity about. After he showered and dressed he might knock on her door and invite her over for breakfast. Why not? Why the hell not? It wasn't just sex he was after. They had things to discuss—like Juanita and her family. It might be better for everyone concerned if they joined their relatives in Miami. Sooner, rather than later. It would free up a cabin for rent, and be less of a burden.
Or they could just talk. He knew she wanted to know more about Sara, and for the first time in as long as he could remember it hadn't hurt to say her name.
Twenty minutes later, Sean stood outside Passions and knocked softly on the door. He hoped Kayla would answer as he had no idea what he would say to her mother. He felt like a schoolboy, asking for his first date.
Nerves skidded over him and he turned to retreat when the door opened. Kayla stood there, hands on her hips, a puzzled frown on her face. "What are you doing here?" she asked quietly, her eyes downcast.
"Not the response I had wished for, but I guess it's one I could expect." He gave her a bashful smile. "You left early this morning. I was hoping we could talk."
She stepped out and closed the door behind her. "I don't want anyone to suspect anything,” she said in a whisper. “You know...about us. I mean there isn't any us, so it would be awkward if people knew. Right?"
"Kayla...come have breakfast with me."
"No. That would really arouse suspicion."
"This is ridiculous." He shifted his weight, wanting to touch her, but knowing she'd resent it if he did. He sighed. "Look. No one will know anything. I'm certainly not going to broadcast it, if that's what you're worried about. We are two adults and if we want to spend a little time together why should anyone question it?"
"Taylor saw me come in this morning. She already guessed. And now you're here. That kind of confirms it, doesn't it?"
"Not in my books. Although I don't care if it does. We don't need permission to be friends, with or without benefits. I wasn't planning to entice you back to bed." He grinned. "Although I wouldn't say no."
"So why did you say you were here again?"
"I came to invite you over for coffee and breakfast, then I thought we could go to the hospital together. I know you wanted to."
She shook her head and gnawed on her bottom lip. "I don't think either is a good idea." She glanced to the left and the right, as if seeking for prying eyes. "Not now." She folded her arms under her breasts, not realizing how sexy that made her look. Her breasts were lush and full, and looked especially inviting under the thin T-shirt she wore.
He remembered sucking on those nipples and knew how easy it was to make them hard. Clearing his throat, if not his mind, he asked, "What idea? The breakfast part, or plans A and B?"
"Both." She let out a heavy sigh. "I mean what we did last night was really crazy." She pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked over his shoulder. "We were a little out of control, and I'm never like that."
"It was more than a little." He gave a cocky grin, unable to keep the satisfied look off his face. Damn he felt good. Probably shouldn't and it was unlikely to last, but he intended to enjoy it. He'd been miserable long enough.
"What’s got into you this morning? I thought you'd be heading for the hills." She fidgeted as she said it, and glanced at the ground. "Not that I wanted you to, or anything."
"That's good, because I think the crazy is still in my system." He lifted her chin so she'd have to look at him. "Last night was special, but I agree that it's probably better for both of us if we don't make a steady diet of it." He grinned again. “Can’t eat caviar day and night.”
Her pretty eyes widened with surprise. "Nobody’s compared me to caviar before.”
“You’re all that and more.”
She smiled and his heart squeezed. He rubbed it absently, wanting to pull her close and taste her sweet lips. To do all the things he shouldn’t.
“Well, I’m glad you agree about keeping this a secret."
“For your sake, it’s probably best.”
Her head shot up and her eyes became guarded. “Yes. It’s definitely best. I'm not conceited enough to think last night meant anything special. Like you said. You hadn't had a woman in close to a year.”
The chill in her voice cut through him. He swallowed hard, wanting her to understand feelings that he didn't know himself. It was a lot to ask, but he had to try. "Kayla, hold on to your hat. Don't get all riled up over nothing." He shifted his weight, wishing he could just grab on to her, and show her instead of using his words. "I came over here not just to invite you for breakfast. That was only an excuse." He licked his lips nervously. "What I really wanted was to let you know that when I woke up this morning I felt excited to be alive. Thank you, Kayla. Thanks for that."
Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew big and moist. "Sean..." she said softly.
"That's all. Just wanted to get that off my chest." Having said what he'd needed to say, he turned to walk away.
Kayla launched herself at him, and grabbed his arm. "You mean that?" She squeaked. "I helped?" She blushed and stammered, "I mean the sex, or whatever."
"It wasn't the sex. Partly, but it was more than that too. My heart felt lighter just being with you. I've been buried in a dark, depressing cave ever since Sara died." He sucked in a breath and released it slowly. "There. I said her name again. And it doesn't hurt." He touched his chest. "Well, the pain is more bearable."
"Oh, Sean." Her gaze was soft and warm as she looked at him.
He shrugged and tried a smile. "I can think of her and breathe again. Maybe one day I might re-enter the land of the living. You've given me hope, Kayla. But for now, I still need to tread carefully, and continue to put one foot ahead of the other."
She slipped a hand into his and squeezed. "I'm so glad, Sean. Thanks for telling me."
He winked. "Go back home. I'll see you tonight. Happy hour."
***
Kayla returned to Passions with a spring in her step. During her shower, she'd given their night of passion plenty of thought, and decided she'd give him a wide berth and lots of breathing room. Play it cool. Pretend it never happened.
Instead he'd come knocking on her door, wanting her to share breakfast and go to the hospital with him. Whatever had happened between them had made a difference, even if it was only a temporary thing. For a few hours it had
lifted his spirits and given him peace. She would take that for now. After all, if one night could bring that change in him, anything was possible in the next few weeks.
Sean's boat, Sara, had led him to Paradise Cove, and she had to believe it was for a reason. He had found the Cuban family, or they’d found him. Both had needed saving—and now they were all here with her, Anna and her sisters.
No one could resist the force of all four women when they collectively wanted something. They were like a friendly, well-meaning cyclone descending upon a person, and not even the strongest could resist their persistent ways.
Kayla turned around and trotted up the stairs to her cabin. Her calf muscles were sore and she wondered if the assault in the midnight water or the aerobics in bed had contributed to this ailment. If so, she wouldn't complain, because other parts of her body were humming with contentment. Good sex could do that to a woman, and it had been beyond good.
The Ohio family and the honeymooners were leaving today and both cabins had to be cleaned and readied for new guests. Not that they were all booked, but these cabins were well located and desirable and they liked to upgrade families when possible.
She sang a happy tune as she went about her morning chores. Stripping beds, washing floors; nothing could dampen the inner glow that Sean's words had put there.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sean drove along the Overseas Highway, heading toward the Lower Keys Medical center. It was half past eight in the morning, and he spotted the Golden Arches straight ahead and decided to pull over. He didn't know if the Hernandez family had ever enjoyed a McDonald's breakfast but he figured today was a good time to find out. Besides, he had a big hunger going. All that activity during the night had whet his appetite.
Once at the hospital, he presented his I.D., got a new visitor's pass and was told their room number. He proceeded down the stark, flawlessly cleans halls to the elevator, and hit the third floor. The nursing station was right in front of him, but no one questioned his appearance so he followed the room signs until he came to 311.
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